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terryclothIt's noon on Friday (more or less). At work I am still trapped within the Endless Pit of Despair (also known as the 'Bug Rule'). The game tonight was cancelled, so I guess, after work, I'll... um...
...go shopping?
I'd go out tonight, but I haven't got a clue how to go about doing that.
Also, my cat died. A few days ago. Or so my sister told me in e-mail. He hasn't really been my cat since I left for college... 11 years ago? Gah, was it really that long? o.O
He looked really, really bad the last time I saw him... he'd always been the fat, lazy, lumbering type of cat, but at Thanksgiving he'd become gaunt and mangy (but still lazy and lumbering, somehow).
Shadow was adopted by my family a long time ago, as a tiny kitten that for some reason was wandering around loose on his own, after we splattered him with white paint while painting the house. He was assigned to me sort of by default, because I was the only one without a pet and they wanted an excuse to make everyone take turns doing the nasty work of cleaning up after the various cats and dogs that plagued our domicile. He always tried to escape the house, and we never let him, intentionally. When he got out, he'd never go further than the bushes in the front yard or the garage in the back, but he'd eat grass and make himself throw up. He liked ketchup, and always ignored the dogs when they tried to chew on him (unlike the other cats, who'd run and hide).
Damn animals.
...go shopping?
I'd go out tonight, but I haven't got a clue how to go about doing that.
Also, my cat died. A few days ago. Or so my sister told me in e-mail. He hasn't really been my cat since I left for college... 11 years ago? Gah, was it really that long? o.O
He looked really, really bad the last time I saw him... he'd always been the fat, lazy, lumbering type of cat, but at Thanksgiving he'd become gaunt and mangy (but still lazy and lumbering, somehow).
Shadow was adopted by my family a long time ago, as a tiny kitten that for some reason was wandering around loose on his own, after we splattered him with white paint while painting the house. He was assigned to me sort of by default, because I was the only one without a pet and they wanted an excuse to make everyone take turns doing the nasty work of cleaning up after the various cats and dogs that plagued our domicile. He always tried to escape the house, and we never let him, intentionally. When he got out, he'd never go further than the bushes in the front yard or the garage in the back, but he'd eat grass and make himself throw up. He liked ketchup, and always ignored the dogs when they tried to chew on him (unlike the other cats, who'd run and hide).
Damn animals.
