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kitty captain's log, 2 Days since the Changing of the Litter:
something terrible almost happened this morning. will now recount the details.
5:55 am. sunrise. time to wake up mom.
5:56 am. when i sang my first morning song to her ("miiiow!") mom opened one eye, but closed it again quickly.
5:58 am. is clear that i will have to train mom better. she still resists verbal commands. she is still not getting up.
6:05 am. mom kicked at me. must have been flailing in her sleep. will have to meow louder.
6:11 am. mom put a hand on my face and shoved me away. again, must be uncontrollable sleep-flailing.
6:23 am. mom has stopped moving. i have tried singing at the top of my lungs, to no avail. am beginning to get worried.
6:31 am. mom? mom! will have to attempt kitty CPR. am now standing on her chest. am sniffing her face. no response.
6:36 am. got off her chest. jumped back on. sniffed her face again. still no response. damn kitty CPR!
6:42 am. am forced to conclude: mom is dead! have jumped up on bookcase for best acoustics. have begun my caterwaul of grief.
6:45 am. alarm goes off, nearly marring the crescendo of my aria. i persevere and lo and behold, mom arises from the dead! i have saved her! hurrah! now remuskitty and i won't have to starve to death. perhaps in gratitude she will feed me now.
remuskitty was useless throughout my entire ordeal. he lay in his basket, oblivious. the fool. ah look, it's time for my second morning nap.
something terrible almost happened this morning. will now recount the details.
5:55 am. sunrise. time to wake up mom.
5:56 am. when i sang my first morning song to her ("miiiow!") mom opened one eye, but closed it again quickly.
5:58 am. is clear that i will have to train mom better. she still resists verbal commands. she is still not getting up.
6:05 am. mom kicked at me. must have been flailing in her sleep. will have to meow louder.
6:11 am. mom put a hand on my face and shoved me away. again, must be uncontrollable sleep-flailing.
6:23 am. mom has stopped moving. i have tried singing at the top of my lungs, to no avail. am beginning to get worried.
6:31 am. mom? mom! will have to attempt kitty CPR. am now standing on her chest. am sniffing her face. no response.
6:36 am. got off her chest. jumped back on. sniffed her face again. still no response. damn kitty CPR!
6:42 am. am forced to conclude: mom is dead! have jumped up on bookcase for best acoustics. have begun my caterwaul of grief.
6:45 am. alarm goes off, nearly marring the crescendo of my aria. i persevere and lo and behold, mom arises from the dead! i have saved her! hurrah! now remuskitty and i won't have to starve to death. perhaps in gratitude she will feed me now.
remuskitty was useless throughout my entire ordeal. he lay in his basket, oblivious. the fool. ah look, it's time for my second morning nap.