my cat.
so today i had the worst scare of my life, literally, ever.
i come home with my brother to show him my cat. i get here, and pam's like, "your cat is up here somewhere". im like, ok.
wes said "i put him on the deck."
1. The deck has no railings.
2. even if it did, my cat would jump off. hes a curious guy, and i know him, and he would jump off.
so i freak out.
i freak out even more when wes goes out to get him, and hes not there.
he wasn't there.
as in, he was gone.
only explaination, he had jumped, as predicted.
after yelling "are you fucking kidding me? are you kidding?" at wes, i run outside and scream for my cat, running around the yard, not seeing him. I run back inside to get his jinggly toy because he ALWAYS comes hwen i jingle it.
as im dashing back up the stairs, i see my cat, downstairs, safe, in the basement where he belongs. wes said "oh, i must have let him back inside."
i was sosososososoooo happy to see my kitty.
it was the worst, the WORST feeling i've ever had in my life. ever.
but hes ok, and thats all that matters. from now on, kitty stays in the bathroom when i am gone. i wanted him in there in the first place because i was scared something like this might happen. it was HORRIBLE.
i love my cat and i would die if anything happened to him, he is my child.
the end.
i come home with my brother to show him my cat. i get here, and pam's like, "your cat is up here somewhere". im like, ok.
wes said "i put him on the deck."
1. The deck has no railings.
2. even if it did, my cat would jump off. hes a curious guy, and i know him, and he would jump off.
so i freak out.
i freak out even more when wes goes out to get him, and hes not there.
he wasn't there.
as in, he was gone.
only explaination, he had jumped, as predicted.
after yelling "are you fucking kidding me? are you kidding?" at wes, i run outside and scream for my cat, running around the yard, not seeing him. I run back inside to get his jinggly toy because he ALWAYS comes hwen i jingle it.
as im dashing back up the stairs, i see my cat, downstairs, safe, in the basement where he belongs. wes said "oh, i must have let him back inside."
i was sosososososoooo happy to see my kitty.
it was the worst, the WORST feeling i've ever had in my life. ever.
but hes ok, and thats all that matters. from now on, kitty stays in the bathroom when i am gone. i wanted him in there in the first place because i was scared something like this might happen. it was HORRIBLE.
i love my cat and i would die if anything happened to him, he is my child.
the end.