I am not really attached to my things. I don’t really care about the house because I never really liked it. It is still intact, but needs to be gutted. But I miss my 3 beautiful kitties: Molly, Maurice, and Pumpkin.

There was an electrical fire in our home. I originally thought it was all my fault for potentially leaving a lamp on. But there was an underlying electrical issue I am not sure we could have foreseen. This could have happened any time. If this had happened in the middle of the night, my fiancé and I would be gone too.

Yesterday I came home after shopping since we were set to go on vacation to Scotland today. Everything looked perfectly normal outside. I was so excited to see my kitties like always. But when I walked in, it looked like a black and white movie. Ash covering most things. My poor kitties died from smoke inhalation.

I just love them so much. I miss their cuddles, purrrs, and their soft fur. I miss their demanding meows when it was time for wet food. I’m sad I didn’t give them more fun treats. Or that maybe I didn’t play with them enough. I miss kissing their wet noses. I miss waking up to them on top of me.

I adopted each of them from a shelter just for this to happen. I loved spoiling them. I wish I had done more.

The day before yesterday, all three kitties were coexisting peacefully- napping in the downstairs bed in their own little spots. Maurice was snoring loudly. They looked so peaceful and happy to be snuggling with my fiancé and I as we finalized our Scotland itinerary. They looked like cute little fuzz balls.

I know I say kitties, but Pumpkin was middle-aged and Molly and Maurice were seniors. But they really were my babies. And I wonder if I’ll ever deserve to have cats again (even though the investigation ruled out the lamp being the cause). It has been 23 hours since I came home to this. I am so devastated.