Whitney forgot about the snow, and the rain, and the sun rays against her fur ever since her cyberization. Warm, cold, everything she felt before, and what she enjoyed, or even disliked, no longer exist to her. Not unless she acknowledges it with her own eyes.

She doesn’t know why she needs to wear a warmer coat now except to show off how upper class she is.

She wishes she could trade all it all: the fashion lines, and the expensive violin lessons, and the unnecessary fast cars and multiple houses, just to retrieve parts of her that was lost.

Day 9 of OC-tober!

• Whitney Wilson the Snowshoe Cat
• Artwork
-- Belongs to Radical-Alex