Patato November 15th 2025

When I first got Potato I was in a pretty low part of my life. Having just saying goodbye to my previous furry friend just a couple months prior, due to a kidney infection, my heart still ached and was hesitant to let in another. But thats when I met little baby Potato back in January of 2017. He was a small little baby, only about 3 weeks old, a stray, abandoned by his mother, I found him alongside with my mother in the schools parking lot after my sister’s basketball game. Holding little baby Patato in my arms as we drove home, I knew insanely that I loved him.

As the years went by, my love for that once tiny little kitten grew as he grew. First move, after the death of my best friend, he was there for it all, held me up when I felt low. At times he could be a real jerk, actually I have a permanent scar from him when he suck his teeth into my arm. I deserved it, I messed with him and pushed his buttons, and being a kid when I got him, I of course, loved him too much and it resulted in a mean, fat, cat who would occasionally piss on my bed or my dad’s if we pissed him off. A real jerk, I know.

My dad always had mixed feelings on Potato, from the very night we brought him in. The original plan was to shelter him, then give him to a friend of ours who breeds cats. However nothing ever goes to plan, and long story short, we kept him. I don’t blame my father for not wanting another cat, after all at the time we weren’t exactly well off, and pets are a big responsibility and financial investment. That being said, my father did too grow an affection for Potato as the years went by.

Around late January to early February of 2024, I got another kitty! I had wanted one for a while, not to mention my mom also wanted another one. Just like how I convinced my dad to let me keep Potato, I somehow convinced him to get another kitty. He was more pressured into it, and that’s how Chippy was brought home.

Obviously at first, Potato didn’t like Chippy. But soon even Patato’s frozen heart began to melt for Chippy, and Chippy loved Patato too. For almost a year, everything was almost perfect.

My mother started her business and with the stress to come with it. She messed around a little too much with Potato, and in return, he pissed on her bed. Now I’m not going to explain what exactly happened that night, but the night of January 15th, Potato walked the Rainbow Bridge.

I write this to not only memorialize Potato, but also to bring peace to myself. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him, waiting for him to be there when I get home. Chip himself went through his own kind of depression, hiding, even hissing at people, even now, he still expects Potato to be there, watching as he eats, Chip now eats with his back facing the wall. Chip curles his paw under his body, the same way Potato did, and Chip likes to sit in the same dusty old basket Potato used to. I sometimes do see Potato in Chip, and I know that Potato will forever be with me in my heart.

I love you Patato, and I miss you.