For those who didn't know. That's Nebula, my new cat. I woke up to her in my apartment, sleeping comfortably in my backpack one morning after a week of Memphis's death. No one knows where she came from, or how did she get up here. The landlords said: "That's Memphis finding his way back to your life in a different form." A part of me like to believe that is the truth. She's only about 2 months old now, but she might be the most feisty spirit I've ever known, from the way that she introduce herself to my life, and create her own choices, is truly inspiring, and I love her for the willing to live of her own decisions. Who at 2 months old has the wisdom and confident all written on their eyes that way? There was a storm last night, and I found out a little bit of what happened, she doesn't like Thunder! She jumps right into my backpack, like the first night she decided that she'll take me as her companion for awhile...