Friday, December 4, 2009
The cat moved.
After I go through his violent behavior, hypothyroidism, enlarged heart, crushed pills every 12 hours, radioactive poop, radioactive cat, countless throwing up spells - after all the sickness and biting, he gets cured and then moves.
I'm so sad. He wasn't very happy with the thought of driving cross state lines and evidently, he meowed (whined) for over three hours straight in an enclosed car, driving my poor sister into a frazzled state of mind.
He's gone. Twelve and a half years of this bundle and joy, minus the time I hightailed it to Hollywood. Gone.
But he's alive and he's (finally) healthy so I'm not sad, sad. Just missing him sad. It's not like I can e-mail him. Well, I could.
It's not like I can follow his Twitter.
It'd just be, 'Meow-mrrrr' anyway so I guess it's just as well.