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I miss Scooter, every day. Who's going to randomly love on my friends' shoes now?

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My Weatherbug says that today it will snow, but with no accumulation. It says that tonight and tomorrow it will snow, but with no accumulation. Its says that by the end of tomorrow, there will be 1-3 inches of accumulation.

I don't want to live in a world where zero plus zero equals three. That is a world in which George Bush will perfect mass hypnotism and become President-for-Life. Form-above-content will be Vice President. A new loud, public war will start in the Middle East. Margarine will still be sold on grocery store shelves, trying to pass. There will be pages and pages and pages and pages of Kitties for adoption at the adoption centers.

I may go back to bed for a week. I just thoroughly depressed myself while trying to be funny.


Feb. 11th, 2007 02:02 am
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Last night, my kitty Scooter (aka Number One, P. Scootch McGootch, Flopper Kitty, Chirper) did something he's never done before, and that was lay on my belly and creep his way up until he was almost at my face. He lay there for almost an hour and we whispered to each other, and I rubbed him all over and smoothed his little clown face, and I told him about when he was a kitten and he almost died from a break-away collar that didn't break away when he was hanging from the Christmas tree, and how I was glad his tail was getting fluffy again after the stress of our latest move, and how proud I was that he's there to defend us by attacking the vicious armchair downstairs whenever he's let out of our bedroom, and how he's Number One because his brother is stupid and I never really wanted anyone but him, because of his little droopy eye.

When I got ready for bed tonight, he was laying on the sofa on the unfolded clothes pile, and I went to pet him and give him hell because he's a bum, and he was already stiff from being dead for a couple of hours. He looks like he went to sleep and didn't wake up. I don't know how he died, or why. He was only four. He helped me stay clean and sober. He fell down in front of me and rolled on his back when I walked by because he's a Flopper Kitty and wanted belly rubs. He gave me little Chirper meows with a question mark at the end when he wanted something, and would lead me to the food bowl when it was getting dangerously low. He'd panic whenever I sneezed and come running to find out what was wrong.

Max is looking for him now, and I can't stop crying. So I'm going to post two of my favorite pictures of him and try to go to sleep and then cry some more tomorrow because he was one of my kids.

Scooter. )


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