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Our cats are still gone. This has just been unreal. We all feel so bad for Laura, she's having a really rough time. This just sucks.
Uk.
Well, what else... classes. They're going well.
I have a new cell phone now, so that is fun I suppose.
Man I have henna all over my left arm and hand, I'll write more later...
posted by Ms. Studer @ 10:17 PM
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strangly enough, I understand completely.
Something similar happened to our old family cat years ago.
Cindy was his mother, wonderful cat that she was. She gave birth to a first litter of 1: Ceasar. He was big and fat, coddled and a real wanker. But he was kind and cuddly. Because he was sucha freeloader he and cidy had it out and he was evicted from our home against our will. (His mom had the last say I suppose). He remained homeless until a few years after cindy died at 7. He'd visit once a year or so until he came home for good at the ripe old age of 14 (for a street cat that's a frigin miracle). He'd lounge in the yard and tell cat stories to the lawn. He'd earned a rest.
Well he got one, a neihbor none of us had seen walked his Rotweiler and "sicked" his dog on our decrepit old friend. He shook him like a rag-doll. Our friends across the stret tried to help, but the stranger got away.
We burried Ceasar in a Paper bag liuke we did his mother. THeir graves are bordered by bricks and remain to this day.
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just thought you might understand.
You're a friend, friends understand.
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Stephen
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