Cat's comp chair is all broken. It's a metal chair. Yesterday it threw a rod, I'm not kidding.
I thought that was a car thing...
Lung grass??
Baby sharks live in the womb for up to one full year. During that time, they
eat their siblings. Yes, really.
So when we left the house to put Sir in the car, it was pouring rain. I don't mean drizzle, I don't mean overcast and sprinkling, I mean, once on the highway we couldn't see the other cars, pouring down rain. It was fierce. Didn't let up until we reached the pet hospital.
Came in with
pauldrake and
gwynnthiere, who between them, paid for both the euthanasia, and for the return of the ashes, in four or five days. He was taken into the back by a friend of the family, who works at that pet hospital--for some reason, it was important to go to him, so he would be the last face Sir saw. Because Sir knew him, and...
Well.
Anyway. The other cats are nervous and upset, because they know Sir's been sick, and now they're not finding him in the house. It'll be about a week of them being jittery and confused.
pauldrake offered another kitty, when we're ready, but
catdancer said no. Cat said, it'll be some time before she's ready to have another cat. I tend to agree with her.
Now, soldiers, march away:
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