[m i a o w] the cat

A dire day of feeling depressed. Black armband for Puppybird - we gave him a little burial. M found him in the front garden - he looked unscathed. So we’re not sure whether he died by cat or not; but are assuming he did. However it was more our fault than the cats; we killed him by letting him trust us and then letting the cats out after they’d been in their cat home for a year. A crap day all round. I went for a long walk, and made myself tea with egg and soldiers to try and shake off the black dog, but ended up like a squashed bug back in bed. Was only able to get up in the end by feeling horribly guilty about M toiling away making shades for the fifteen million bloody windows that we have here. Didn’t want to speak to anyone - am happy that I have a brother who doesn’t take it personally when he calls all the way from the UK. And if M’s mother calls and hangs up on our answering machine one more time I’m going find some gay, black, whale-loving Labor voters and send them over to her house to harass her and her poodle. Repeatedly.

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I’m so sorry Beth. A loss is sad, it doesn’t matter who it is. Don’t blame yourself. it may not have even been the cats, maybe it was a different bird they caught and puppybird was a natural death. It’s nice to think that, anyway.

Rae typed this on Aug 10 04 at 9:06 am