Biker Smudge

My father's cat, Smudge. He appeared one day, probably dumped at the apartment complex (it's common for the residents there to leave pets behind when they move, as that complex is one of the few pet-friendly ones in the area that isn't also expensive af). He was a cool, chill dude. He got FIV, and faded quickly over a week or so. I still feel bad, that I didn't pick him up when he started crying, because he died in the hallway alone. I hope he doesn't think I hated him. My father was trying to train him to ride his motorcycle with him. He never did get used to the engine growling. A bit after he passed, dad still missed him, so I had a custom cat plush made in his image for him. Plush-Smudge perches on the top of the entertainment centre, protected by his plastic packaging.