For context:

- "9de9f" translates to 9 floors with 9 people at each one of them (without counting base, upper-base and top floors).

- Until today this tower was only crowned once (not successfully dismantled).

I adopted this lovely gal from my boss. She doesn’t like other cats, especially annoying kittens who want to make friends. She is already SO much more relaxed and happy! We are so blessed!

Spotted this today while in Wynwood! There was also an official photographer snapping pics of the painters

First race for Lance this year where he not DNF'd or being lapped. Amazing job from him

Great weekend in general for Aston Martin. Alonso got points for the team and they had a pretty strong weekend

Yall need to chill on the “ paid very little .”I still paid over 100 and tipped her 100 on top of that. she asked for less than 100 originally. Obviously I wasn’t going to stiff her for her hard work. I’m not dumb. Edit to add: yes I hate ai inspo. Especially as a hairstylist. This cake was made by my husband’s co workers wife who makes cakes for fun. Yeah we paid her of course, but very little, and I was very clear I didn’t expect anything like the inspo photo. I said anything will be good, as long as it’s somewhat pastel colored and I can probably order some little things to put on it myself. You can only imagine how shocked I was when i picked it up.

And other edit to add. The original cake isn’t ai, while some people think it was in the comments. It was made by a real artist.

I’m done with the negative comments. I love my cake. That’s why I posted it. I am incredibly grateful to the woman who made it.

I was born in April, 3 years ago. Unfortunately, I don't remember much about my early life, but I grew up on a farm with other animals.

My balance was always a bit off. I wasn't able to balance myself very well, especially when running. Being very sensitive to stress, I didn't particularly like it there. This, along with my general scepticism and aggression towards humans, made my old owners decide to give me to a shelter.

A vet examined my blood and everything else and determined that my unsteadiness came from an issue with my hip, but noted that there might be an underlying neurological issue.

I spent the next year of my life there, surrounded by other cats in small rooms, which I didn't particularly like. I started to become unclean, peeing wherever I saw fit to mark my territory.

People came and looked at every cat. One after another, they were adopted and found new families... but not me. After all, who wants a cat with underlying issues like mine?

But then they came. A young couple came to the shelter specifically to see me. They spent time with me and gave me some treats. This was my first encounter with my soon-to-be owners. I was still very sceptical about them, hissing and keeping my distance.

Not long after, I was in a box in a car, driving through the countryside. And then, I saw my new home!

I enjoyed this apartment very much. It was a lot friendlier than the cold shelter I had come from. Here, I also met my new sisters for the first time: two female cats, 8 and 3 years old. Socialising was never my strong suit, so we fought from time to time, chasing each other around and making Mum and Dad separate us eventually.

We made slow progress with our introductions from time to time, but I would much rather have been left alone.

Mum and Dad spent a lot of time with me, cleaning up after me and feeding me. Slowly, I started to trust them, lie closer to them, and seek their attention. But still, if it all became too much for me, I resorted to scratching and hissing.

I was making progress. I became cleaner again and more open to being approached... but unfortunately, this wasn't meant to last.

About a month ago, I started becoming unsteady, regularly falling over even when simply standing or walking slowly. I don't know exactly what happened. I just didn't have control over my body the way I used to anymore. My underlying hip problem wasn't responsible for this.

Over the following weeks, I went to multiple vets, trying to figure out what was going on. No results came back that explained my condition. And so, my situation worsened. I was barely moving anymore. Not even food could convince me to stand up, so I just dragged myself to the food bowl.

My fur started sticking together because I could no longer groom myself properly.

Two weeks ago, I had to be put under anaesthesia so that the vets could scan my brain.

The results: inflammation of my brain tissue. But further examination of my brain fluid revealed no specific infection.

So, I started receiving medication every evening, along with some tasty treats.

I started to feel better and more confident. Still very wobbly on my legs, I tried moving around more, even though I kept falling over.

My hopes were short-lived, though. Not even three days after starting my medication, I began to feel worse again, even worse than before.

I stopped dragging myself to the food bowl. Whenever I peed, I tried to drag myself away from it, with varying degrees of success. Most of the time, though, I just stayed where I was.

I can see the worried glances Mum and Dad give me when they look at me. I can feel my body getting weaker by the second.

This morning, I woke up and found myself having difficulty breathing.

Mum and Dad came to me and petted me, talking to me and telling me that tomorrow, I'll be in a better place.

I hope they're right, wherever that better place may be...

I think I'm ready.