Today, mittens, the cat, passed on
the great beyond. He was incredibly young… for 20 years old. One might even say
he was a kitten in his old age. Unfortunately, this morning I was getting in my
car to go to work and I was late and I didn’t check behind the tires, and when
I left, I heard a bump… and well he is dead.
Okay, to be perfectly honest, I
hated that cat. He was old. He was diabetic. His insulin shots alone were
costing me and my girlfriend an arm and a leg. The cat was older than me and my
girlfriend. I don’t know why she decided that get that stupid cat, but it
looked lonely and sad… because they were going to put it down. I mean really.
If anything that cat had it coming, aaaaaaaaaah. My girlfriend is going to be
soooo pissed when she gets home. I am not sure what to do.
Ha, new plan, as long as the
girlfriend doesn’t notice the cat is missing, we will be fine.
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