Thursday, November 13, 2008

She's gone and it's my friggin fault



The cat with the impossibly long neck. She was mighty curious about my sister-in-law's dog that I was lucky enough to dog sit during a wedding. The Grandfather choked to death during the reception - talk about bad luck to start a marriage.

Kitteh snuck out when I checked on the dogs. She's sneaky and limber, skinney and sleak. She head-butted me with intense love just an hour earlier. She was very affectionate. A paw to your check as she gazed at you. I hope she's there when I get home. Even if she's preggars, I'll be glad she's there.