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i mixed blue and purple and somehow dyed my hair a nondescript brownish-green color. at least it smells like blue raspberry-grape.
i hate when conversations go like this:
person A: do you want to talk about it?
person B: no.
person A: well, do you think *i* might want to talk about it?
my mom does this a lot. no, i do not want to talk to you, talk to someone else.
this morning when i came down to get breakfast i could tell she was thinking of how to tell me or find out if i knew already. i didn't help her out.
bitey died last night and why would i want to talk about it. with her.
he was pretty old and had been getting worse over the last month or so, like he lost all this weight and needed pain meds and stuff, and last week a nerve in one paw stopped working so he would hobble around with it curled over so he could walk. so yeah, not surprising but i wasn't here when it happened. i couldn't remember if i'd even seen him yesterday. earlier that day my mom had said he wasn't looking too good and that i should pet him but i didn't see him and so i felt so guilty until i remembered she'd brought him down at one point an i had petted him.
it was really weird this morning because i went to see him even though. why are dead things scary when we're used to them being alive? like if you find a dead bird outside it's sad but not scary. i think it was because he was so much more solid than i was used to recently. he used to be all muscley and then he lost all the weight and today he felt like he used to. except dead.
we got him from the SPCA a long time ago. i don't know why we liked him so much - he kept attacking us through the cage bars and when we got him home he'd chase us around the house andtry to bite us. thus, bitey. his "real" name was marshmellow (spelled like that) and he wasn't the first cat i ever had (we had one named ketsie who died the year before we got bitey) but he made himself king cat when we got licky and caramel. he and blob fought a lot. he used to be kind of on his own and didn't like being picked up much. but he was always waiting for us when we got back from vacations.
he got hit by a car a few years ago and we thought he was going to die then but he didn't. he even got all of the function in his tail back somehow. around then we got eeka and jellybean (beastie) who was hit by a car a couple years ago and did die.
we're burying him in the back yard today (like with ketsie and jellybean) but i don't know if i want to be there.
i hate when conversations go like this:
person A: do you want to talk about it?
person B: no.
person A: well, do you think *i* might want to talk about it?
my mom does this a lot. no, i do not want to talk to you, talk to someone else.
this morning when i came down to get breakfast i could tell she was thinking of how to tell me or find out if i knew already. i didn't help her out.
bitey died last night and why would i want to talk about it. with her.
he was pretty old and had been getting worse over the last month or so, like he lost all this weight and needed pain meds and stuff, and last week a nerve in one paw stopped working so he would hobble around with it curled over so he could walk. so yeah, not surprising but i wasn't here when it happened. i couldn't remember if i'd even seen him yesterday. earlier that day my mom had said he wasn't looking too good and that i should pet him but i didn't see him and so i felt so guilty until i remembered she'd brought him down at one point an i had petted him.
it was really weird this morning because i went to see him even though. why are dead things scary when we're used to them being alive? like if you find a dead bird outside it's sad but not scary. i think it was because he was so much more solid than i was used to recently. he used to be all muscley and then he lost all the weight and today he felt like he used to. except dead.
we got him from the SPCA a long time ago. i don't know why we liked him so much - he kept attacking us through the cage bars and when we got him home he'd chase us around the house andtry to bite us. thus, bitey. his "real" name was marshmellow (spelled like that) and he wasn't the first cat i ever had (we had one named ketsie who died the year before we got bitey) but he made himself king cat when we got licky and caramel. he and blob fought a lot. he used to be kind of on his own and didn't like being picked up much. but he was always waiting for us when we got back from vacations.
he got hit by a car a few years ago and we thought he was going to die then but he didn't. he even got all of the function in his tail back somehow. around then we got eeka and jellybean (beastie) who was hit by a car a couple years ago and did die.
we're burying him in the back yard today (like with ketsie and jellybean) but i don't know if i want to be there.