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When I was in the 1st grade, one Saturday I found a little black cat (all black, no tiny patches of white) in our side yard, where it borders on the woods. She was meowing but shied off whenever I approached. I told my dad about the little cat, who also wore no collar, and he warned me that I shouldn't feed it anything because when you feed a stray they stick around. Which of course sounded like a great deal to me - I didn't have any pets and I'd been arguing for a tiny kitten or puppy anyway. So at lunch I snuck some cheddar cheese cubes in my pants and went back to the corner of our yard to see if the little black cat was still there. She was, and meowing pitifully. I threw her some cheese cubes and she ate them right up. The power of cheddar gave her the courage needed to draw closer, in sight of my dad who was working in the garage. Once he saw her he gave in and we got her a bowl of milk. I sat to the side, watching her drink. After she was done, she purred and wrapped herself around my legs and into my lap again and again, and we kept her and she was my constant companion until the 7th grade when I got a new puppy and she died suddenly and without any clue to the cause.
I was very sad and also guilt-ridden when she died and I'd dream about her a lot, usually dreams that she was still alive. Sometimes in my dreams she was alive again, but only for a very short time, and she would die again before I woke up.
I had one of those dreams last night - which is really strange, because it's been awhile since I was in the 7th grade and since then my puppy has also died. Every now and then I will dream about my puppy still being alive, I still miss him even though it was 2 years ago, but I haven't dreamed about Midnight in forever. In my dream I was back home and she showed up outside so we immediatly took her in even though we were very puzzled. Then we went outside and there were these two huge siamese-twin cats - more the size and shape of panthers, really - and they had horns. And they were evil and had something to do with Midnight's mysterious reappearance. But Midnight was still good, not evil. But we knew her time with us was short and we were okay with letting her go back outside to disappear again the next day because she was not really, really alive.
And now I am sick. Like things-won't-stay-in-my-stomach kind of sick. No rockstars or superheroes around to buy me OJ so that mission falls to my roommate. And there is no one to keep me company other than cats. I am not excited about this change in 3-day-weekend plans.
I was very sad and also guilt-ridden when she died and I'd dream about her a lot, usually dreams that she was still alive. Sometimes in my dreams she was alive again, but only for a very short time, and she would die again before I woke up.
I had one of those dreams last night - which is really strange, because it's been awhile since I was in the 7th grade and since then my puppy has also died. Every now and then I will dream about my puppy still being alive, I still miss him even though it was 2 years ago, but I haven't dreamed about Midnight in forever. In my dream I was back home and she showed up outside so we immediatly took her in even though we were very puzzled. Then we went outside and there were these two huge siamese-twin cats - more the size and shape of panthers, really - and they had horns. And they were evil and had something to do with Midnight's mysterious reappearance. But Midnight was still good, not evil. But we knew her time with us was short and we were okay with letting her go back outside to disappear again the next day because she was not really, really alive.
And now I am sick. Like things-won't-stay-in-my-stomach kind of sick. No rockstars or superheroes around to buy me OJ so that mission falls to my roommate. And there is no one to keep me company other than cats. I am not excited about this change in 3-day-weekend plans.