The world sucks
I wasn't going to post today, because I got some bad news, but then I thought that writing about it might make me feel better. I was at work when my brother called and told me Kissi had gotten run over by a car. My brother has two cats and a dog that I've been babysitting frequently, when he's on a gig or on holiday, for a few years now. Kissi was a real sweetheart and I've been feeling miserable all day.
She was a rescue cat and she'd also gotten her tail cut a few years ago in half, so a lot of bad experiences all around. Kissi was the calm and careful one of the bunch and I couldn't believe she'd been the one who got hit by the car. Hukka (the other cat) is the impulsive one and Pampi (the dog) is just a bundle of hormones so I've been sort of expecting them to do something catastrofic, but not Kissi. My brother buried her on his backyard with her collar and favorite toy beside the sun flowers. I'll miss her like crazy.
She was a rescue cat and she'd also gotten her tail cut a few years ago in half, so a lot of bad experiences all around. Kissi was the calm and careful one of the bunch and I couldn't believe she'd been the one who got hit by the car. Hukka (the other cat) is the impulsive one and Pampi (the dog) is just a bundle of hormones so I've been sort of expecting them to do something catastrofic, but not Kissi. My brother buried her on his backyard with her collar and favorite toy beside the sun flowers. I'll miss her like crazy.