dummy addon files so the addon section can appears, stupid moddb
Replace a photo of your loved one with soggy cat. very sad
Whiskers was no ordinary cat. His fur, normally the color of burnished caramel, was perpetually damp, earning him the unfortunate nickname "Soggy." It wasn't his fault, though. A mischievous imp of a kitten, he once tumbled headfirst into a rainwater barrel, and the dampness never truly left him. This, however, did little to dampen his spirit. He possessed an unwavering optimism, especially when it came to eggs.
Every morning, when his human cracked open a breakfast egg, Whiskers would be there, mesmerized. He'd bat at the empty shell, imagining a world within where a tiny friend awaited. And one day, his wish came true. A speckled egg, left forgotten on the counter, rolled precariously close to the edge. In a flash, Whiskers darted forward, batting it off. It landed softly on the rug, not cracking. Elated, Whiskers nudged it, purring excitedly. To his astonishment, the shell wobbled and a tiny beak poked out. A fluffy chick, chirping softly, emerged.
Whiskers was smitten. He named the chick Pip, vowing to keep him safe and warm. He diligently licked the chick clean, sharing his meager milk saucer, and built a cozy nest of his damp fur. Pip, chirping incessantly, seemed to adore him. They were inseparable, an unlikely pair, the soggy cat and his fragile friend.
But fate, it seems, is a fickle thing. One rainy afternoon, a gust of wind slammed the window shut, knocking Pip's nest from the sill. In a heart-stopping moment, Pip and the nest toppled. Tears welled in Whiskers' eyes as he scrambled to reach his friend, but it was too late. The fall had cracked Pip's delicate shell, leaving him still and silent.
Whiskers wailed, nuzzling Pip's unmoving form, his fur soaking even wetter with his grief. He curled beside the broken egg, refusing to leave Pip's side. For days, he barely ate or moved, the weight of his sorrow heavy on his small frame. Finally, a gentle nudge roused him. His human, her eyes filled with understanding, knelt beside him, offering a soft stroke. Whiskers looked up, his eyes mirroring the emptiness inside him.
With a heavy heart, his human buried Pip in the garden, planting a sunflower seed where he lay. Whiskers watched, sniffling, as his human knelt again, this time offering him a new egg. It wouldn't replace Pip, but perhaps, she thought, it would offer a flicker of hope. Whiskers cautiously approached the egg, remembering the joy it brought once before. He nudged it gently, a faint hope sparking in his tear-filled eyes. Maybe, just maybe, another miracle awaited.
From that day on, Whiskers remained Soggy, a reminder of his loss. But the sunflower, reaching for the sun, became a symbol of hope. He would never forget Pip, but he would learn to carry his grief with the same unwavering optimism that once drew a tiny friend to his damp fur. And who knows, maybe one day, another miracle would bloom from the broken shell of his sorrow
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