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LIVEJOURNAL
2006-07-16 - 12:31 a.m.
"I need a plastic bag"
and I tell him,
"What For?"
and he just tells me again,
"I need a plastic bag"
And I'm thinking:
-he's found a bong
-he's found paraphanalia
-he's found something from the construction workers
-he's found a dead possum
My dad tells me that the baby kittie's FACE WAS RIPPED OFF and NOT to tell my brother.
(I think he forgot that I'm the KITTIES MOMMY)
I was so upset when I found out. Mike, too. *sigh*
ANd all day long, people where in my checkout stand, buying cat food and cat litter with pictures of cats on the lable and I could be nothing but heartbroken about this.
Sad thing was, the kitty was C R Y I N G last night in my bro's room and the last time I let her outside, she was so WaRm that she seemed to have more life inside her than she really have.
When I came home, I wanted her to run across the yard. I wanted to see her eating out of her bowl. I wanted to see my little kitty Siren. Now I have no more kitties.
I'm so depressed. :(
R. I. P. Siren
2/06-7/06
