new kitty.
january 2006, some day, evening:
dad comes back home and says he bought a CAT. i'm all "O_____O". two weeks later i get the cat, diana. british longhair, my princess and bitch. suddenly like that.
today, on my way home:
i get the a call from dad saying in strange voice "come meet me under the clock". ok, i go. i see him sitting on a bench. unshaven and... CRYING. i look closely and he holds something.
a black kitty.
my new flatmate.
the story is... awful. dad was walking and suddenly felt his leg aching, so he sat the bench. then he sees, yes, in the middle of the street, someone throwing three little kitties out of the car's window. center of the city, big traffic. one kitty... died under the car (hence dad was crying), one ran away and one jumped on dad. he took him, how could he not? called me, we went to the vet and now we have him. i'm not sure but i think i really want to keep him. he's all black, normal cat, very clean and well taken care off. small, around five to six weeks old. he's got no name, tho.
i'm asking, how, how on fucking damned earth can you do something like that? i push away the image of kitty killed by a car which dad has seen. it's... no words, just no fucking words.
he's sleeping <3
[edit]:
diana seems to be... jealous and doesn't accept little black boy :/ i think it'll take time.
dad comes back home and says he bought a CAT. i'm all "O_____O". two weeks later i get the cat, diana. british longhair, my princess and bitch. suddenly like that.
today, on my way home:
i get the a call from dad saying in strange voice "come meet me under the clock". ok, i go. i see him sitting on a bench. unshaven and... CRYING. i look closely and he holds something.
a black kitty.
my new flatmate.
the story is... awful. dad was walking and suddenly felt his leg aching, so he sat the bench. then he sees, yes, in the middle of the street, someone throwing three little kitties out of the car's window. center of the city, big traffic. one kitty... died under the car (hence dad was crying), one ran away and one jumped on dad. he took him, how could he not? called me, we went to the vet and now we have him. i'm not sure but i think i really want to keep him. he's all black, normal cat, very clean and well taken care off. small, around five to six weeks old. he's got no name, tho.
i'm asking, how, how on fucking damned earth can you do something like that? i push away the image of kitty killed by a car which dad has seen. it's... no words, just no fucking words.
he's sleeping <3
[edit]:
diana seems to be... jealous and doesn't accept little black boy :/ i think it'll take time.