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jecca_mehlota) wrote2011-03-10 12:23 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2011-03-10 12:23 am
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It'll be a week in under 24 hours.
MY DARLING CAT ;___;
I guess I should, you know, at least start picking up all the little kitty toys all over the place. Since he's not here to play with them, it is probably kind of stupid to have them all over the floor.
You guys, I keep thinking I see him whenever I catch my boots, or my laptop bag, or a large chunk of road-snow, or whatever out of the corner of my eye, and then I cry.
Or I think that he could be stuck outside somewhere in all the snow and cold, hungry and scared and alone, and that he could die like that. Or that he is already dead, trapped under the snow. And then I cry.
Ooor maybe someone took him in, and now he can't get back out, and what if he misses me, because I sure miss him, and what if we never find each other or they won't give him up, and then I cry are you detecting a pattern.
(And then I keep having these scenarios playing in my head of the cat being found, and every second that not a one of them plays out, it hurts just a little bit more, so even when none of the others above are happening, I am still crying.)
(... also I will cry when the cat is found.)
And I've done basically everything I can do, other than to keep calling local vets and animal shelters, and maybe printing more flyers and expanding my door-to-door campaign, and keeping my online postings up.
So there's no news to be had anywhere, and aside from continuing to post increasingly deranged entries (and then lock them a few hours later), I guess I am just going to stop talking about it?
... man, and, you know, the weekend started on such an awesome note, too. I mean, the drive over was blessedly uneventful (actually, we got to follow some massive thing, we think it was probably for a windmill, for a while, which was cool), and then for dinner Thursday night, my brother directed us to this little Japanese place where we had delicious takoyaki and sashimi and taiyaki (red bean paste filling), and where the owners had a pair of teeny little Sphynx kittens that were the tiniest, most adorable, squeaky things, and I got to hold one and it tried to crawl into my armpit, and now I just look back on that and go, well thank god that was Thursday night instead of Friday or Saturday, because otherwise I'd probably have just collapsed into a heap of weeping hysterics.
Oh, squeaky turdlet boy. Come home soon. ;____;
Anyway, I promise next entry won't be about the cat, unless there is actual development in this before I get around to anything else.
I guess I should, you know, at least start picking up all the little kitty toys all over the place. Since he's not here to play with them, it is probably kind of stupid to have them all over the floor.
You guys, I keep thinking I see him whenever I catch my boots, or my laptop bag, or a large chunk of road-snow, or whatever out of the corner of my eye, and then I cry.
Or I think that he could be stuck outside somewhere in all the snow and cold, hungry and scared and alone, and that he could die like that. Or that he is already dead, trapped under the snow. And then I cry.
Ooor maybe someone took him in, and now he can't get back out, and what if he misses me, because I sure miss him, and what if we never find each other or they won't give him up, and then I cry are you detecting a pattern.
(And then I keep having these scenarios playing in my head of the cat being found, and every second that not a one of them plays out, it hurts just a little bit more, so even when none of the others above are happening, I am still crying.)
(... also I will cry when the cat is found.)
And I've done basically everything I can do, other than to keep calling local vets and animal shelters, and maybe printing more flyers and expanding my door-to-door campaign, and keeping my online postings up.
So there's no news to be had anywhere, and aside from continuing to post increasingly deranged entries (and then lock them a few hours later), I guess I am just going to stop talking about it?
... man, and, you know, the weekend started on such an awesome note, too. I mean, the drive over was blessedly uneventful (actually, we got to follow some massive thing, we think it was probably for a windmill, for a while, which was cool), and then for dinner Thursday night, my brother directed us to this little Japanese place where we had delicious takoyaki and sashimi and taiyaki (red bean paste filling), and where the owners had a pair of teeny little Sphynx kittens that were the tiniest, most adorable, squeaky things, and I got to hold one and it tried to crawl into my armpit, and now I just look back on that and go, well thank god that was Thursday night instead of Friday or Saturday, because otherwise I'd probably have just collapsed into a heap of weeping hysterics.
Oh, squeaky turdlet boy. Come home soon. ;____;
Anyway, I promise next entry won't be about the cat, unless there is actual development in this before I get around to anything else.