Never never never again....
Okay. So after Phantom had to be put down, Will, and Josh talked me into getting another cat. I picked Matrix. Phantom's sister. Everything was going okay, except that Matrix wouldn't be litter trained or something, and she kept going on the floor. So Josh said that he would take her and Will's cat, Vortex down to his house because we couldn't have the cat shit on the floor because of Krystel. So down to Josh's house they went, where he began to litter train them and everything. They were doing quite well with Josh, and their other two sisters, Mirage and Fantasia. Then Matrix and Mirage both started losing a lot of weight, even though they were eating just fine. They got a really bad cold in their eyes, which wouldn't go away no matter how often we cleaned it out. Yesterday we got into an argument with Josh over a misunderstanding, and Mitch and Will went down there to try to straighten things out. So Josh and Mitch were in the back of the trailer talking and Will was standing in the kitchen waiting for them to get done. All of a sudden he saw Matrix laying by the heat vent looking...... well, dead. He called Mitch and Josh out to the kitchen and they said the same thing that Will had feared. (Mitch poked her) Matrix is dead, and Mirage is next. Her eyes are no longer kitty cat green. They are pure black when you can see them because there is so much gunk in her eyes that we can't get out no matter how hard we try. She weighs nothing at all. She is still trying to eat and drink. We don't give her three days. Mom (my mommy) who is almost a registered vetrinary assistant agrees with me when I say it sounds like feline luekemia. She has also informed me that it is contagious, and if the other two kittens (Fantasia and Vortex) are still doing well, then we need to get them away from Mirage. So for the moment, and until Mirage goes with Phantom and Matrix, and Josh gets his house sanitized from two luekemic kittens dying in it, they are down here. Not that I really want them down here. I never want another cat in my house again. I don't even want to pet another cat again. It's not that I think I killed the kittens or anything, or cursed them... it's just that all my pets keep dying on me. I don't ever want a pet again. Recently one of my grandma's puppies (J.R) died of parvo. Doc got it too, but he is better now. Grandma got him to the vet in time. But either way, I've just had more than my share of my pets dying on me, and I am not going to let anyone talk me into getting another one. I can't handle anymore. If anyone wants to get me a pet, get me a pet rock!!! Or some stuffed animal. No real ones. Nothing with a heartbeat. Peace Out...