Thursday 10th April 2008
Damn, the “dashboard” has changed. I finally get used to how things work, then they have to turn around and change it on me… grrrr ~pouts~ That really wasn’t very nice. At the same time, if I’d been logging in more often, I’d have noticed that things had changed. The only thing I’m really peeved about is that I cannot change the fonts the way I used to. Guess that I will be using the font that came with the layout I chose, or learn the HTML codes they use here.
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Sunday 13th April 2008
4am. It is pouring rain outside. I have been awake since about 11pm, been to the service station for a few necessities (milk for coffee) and home again. Prices are terrible at that place, double what you would pay at a supermarket but it is the only thing open at 2am in the morning here. Surprisingly, even though it is raining, the roads are rather busy out there. It is Saturday night I guess.
The stray cat is fed with a full tummy. Curled up next to me, clawing my thigh in the way cats do. I let her inside when it’s wet and rainy, but she does not normally stay in very long. That was when she had the lil’ white boy to keep her company, now that he has gone, maybe she misses that closeness.
I’ve smothered her in flea powder, shoved a worm tablet down her throat and she’s still purring like a baby. ~laughs~ She is a sweetie. Compared to dear ol’ Zac, she is tiny; a third of his size but a hundred times gutsier. They look alike, they could be related somewhere along the way. Her pattern spotty rather than the stripes that Zac has, similar to a cheetahs pattern. Nope, there she goes, sauntering toward the door, glancing behind at me to make sure I’ve seen her and know what she wants. “Thanks for the food and cuddles, but I want out now”. Gee I’m a sucker when it comes to furry lil’ critters.
The body of the little white cat was disposed of on, Wednesday I think it was. I’m going to miss the funny little fellow. I’m kinda of glad I found him already dead, the last one that was attacked by the that same neighbours other dog, basically died in front of me. I was an absolute mess over him, his pitiful little meows, the way he looked at me as if begging me to help stop him hurting. I felt so useless. All I could do was keep him warm, and stroke him. Then the mad dash to the veterinary hospital in the city an hour later when it got too much for me. It had to happen on a Sunday, no local vets open and I had to get lost as I’m used to going in by public transport. It must have been one hell of a ride for the poor lil’ bugger, he had vomited all over the bedding. I could barely get the words out about what had happened, I was a blubbering mess. I couldn’t stay to watch them put him down.
Hmmm maybe if I didn’t have favourites, they wouldn’t get mauled or just disappear from the face of the earth. Guess it is one less mouth to feed. ~sighs~
Thinking about this, how emotional I get over animals, I wonder why I’m not the same way with people when they die. In the past two or so years, I have had three people die that I knew quite well. I cried over one because I had gone to see her in the hospital while she was in a coma. I didn’t cry for the other two, I became a little teary when I heard the news, but I wasn’t a blubbering mess like I was when I took that kitten into the vets that day.
I had a very dear friend, Christopher; kill himself two weeks before his 21st birthday nearly ten years ago now. I still have not cried for him. He wore glasses, they were the only thing I wanted, but his mother would not let me have them. What irritates me is that I cannot even remember his last name. Oh well, you get that…
Hmm seems this has turned into a depressing entry, my sincerest apologies.
I wish you well,
beast
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