Miss.Tuffsey is my little cat. I have not seen her in 6 months along with most of my family and friends. When I was in college, I got used to the fact that when you go out on your own, you'll end up seeing people less and less.
It's a rare occasion that I get to go home, because my schedule is insane and flights aren't cheap, but when I do it's a real treat.
Miss Tuffsey is a legend here on Vingle, and before many of you started posting pictures of your pets, she was the original gangster, a cat that could simultaneously terrify and endear anyone who was unfortunate enough to meet her.
Here is a photo of her. Look into her terrifying gaze. I don't know if she likes me, or ever has, but still. She is my kitty. She is a bad kitty, but she is my kitty nonetheless. My mother sent it to me yesterday because she was pumped I was coming home.
There is no huge psychological payoff to this miniature article, but I'm just really, really excited to see my family and my little pet again. I think it will help me recharge and regroup. Pets and close family and friends have a habit of making you realize that you aren't as alone as you think.
I got Twiggy (aka Miss.Tuffsey) my sophomore year of college when I was feeling a little lost. Sometimes introducing a pet or something into your life can make it make sense again. When I had to leave her at home to go New York, then overseas, then to California it broke my heart.
But you know, modern technology is pretty cool and I can see her on FaceTime with my mom and in pictures. It's not the same as hanging out in person though. You know?
Anyway, I'm coming home Twiggins! See you soon.