I spent many hours trying to remember the name of the cat at your first apartment in Plaistow. I tried harder. I remember how the cat looks like garfield, that it has cancer and is old already, but I can’t remember his name. I tried racking my brain but no luck.

I just said from the previous post that I want to remember everything. But here I am, surprised. That I am actually starting to forget little things that meant something to us, one way or another.

I’d let things be. Goodbye, Mr. Cat.