How's your kitty, tommyrot?
wait, slut? Where?!
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How's your kitty, tommyrot?
wait, slut? Where?!
(kitty stuff moved to Natter....)
Oh, dear. Kitty stuff! That doesn't sound good.
So, I discovered a flaw in my going-to-bed-at-5pm plan.
I'm up at 2:30 a.m.
Do you have Cartoon Network? Oh wait, Friday night. Nothing good on. We'll entertain you until you feel sleepy again, vw bug.
I don't have Cartoon Network, but I'm also watching Rosanne on CW for now.
So, how is everyone on the night crew?
My apartment is too quiet.
But at least I have my favorite candy.
tommyrot, I'm so sorry. Poor kitty. Poor you.
The cat moved out with my sister. I knew I was going to miss her but not how much! I left a lap top on the shelf where Annie used to sit and out of the corner of my eye it keeps resembling her. I continue to hear the "thump" of Annie jumping down off the counter or the annoyed "rah!" with which she'd address the dog (when she deigned to speak to her at all.) I'm tempted to adopt another cat but I have this superstition that cats come into your life of their own volition. Of course, perhaps, the Cat of Destiny is waiting at a shelter right now wondering what the hell is taking me so long.
It's so sad that the poor little guy doesn't understand what's happening to him. But that's life, I guess....
That's the hardest thing for me with animals. We had a dog with allergies and the vet said we could get her tested to narrow down the suspects but that it involved scratching her skin repeatedly. We decided not to because she would never understand why we'd done that to her.