tail-chasing through life

Sunday, January 23, 2005

RIP Kitty
One of Fry's kitties died. She often had epileptic seizures and had breathing problems. She just refused to suckle from Fry, and eventually died quietly on my bedroom floor. I found her with her siblings, who were unusually subdued.
*sigh*
She didn't even have a name, though I was thinking of calling her Figwit.
Ah, well. I'll just see you in Kitty Valinor.

the bitchwitch brewed this concoction @4:15:00 PM