TW: This post mentions suicidal ideation. My husband and I have two cats. First, there’s Fig: a fearless, tailless, 22-toed wonder who lives to be outside, rain or shine. Though admirable, her fierceness led to one too many scars — both on her (from all the animals within a mile radius that were dumb enough to take her on), and on us (for trying to pet the damn thing). Our veterinarian recommended getting a second kitten while she was still... Read more