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I haven't really posted to this journal in the past, so you might be surprised to see me pop up on your friends list. Then again I haven't posted to my "regular" journal for a couple of months either, so you might just be surprised to hear from me at all.
Anyway, I just thought I'd drop a line to everyone so that you all know that Max, my cat of the last 13 or so years, has died today. My downstairs neighbours 'phoned me to let me know a few minutes ago, and it appears that he was hit by a car. I'm obviously very sad about it, but not to the weepy, wrist-slashing, emo-licious stage that you might be worrying about; He was getting on a bit (he was about two when Mum & I got him), and I've been prepared for this for a couple of years, although I'd always figured that he'd just pop off one day in a sunny spot somewhere while having a nap. I just hope it wasn't too painful.
Also, it's my birthday today.
I'm not trying to lay it on thickly or anything, but I'm very big on irony.