Sickened
I love the Postsecret blog. See, look, it's even in my blogroll. This particular secret, however, not only makes me angry, it hurts my heart. All I could think when I read it was how angry I would be if I found out someone did something so heinous to one of my babies - and then how I would go about repaying them for their disgusting act.Kris just had a scare over her cat (which, by the way, I'm relieved to see went well enough). She was clearly, from her posts, very upset about this. This is the kind of person who should own pets, the kind of person who genuinely cares about what happens to them.
I wonder if Puck and Marilyn know how much I love them.
On an only slightly related note, Puck fell into the bathtub with me this morning. He and Marilyn like to sit on the edge when I'm in there (reading, usually, because I can), and it was, apparently, wet. He moved and his back end fell into the tub, right on top of my pretty little leg. Fortunately his freaking was minimal and I escaped with a small scratch. I had to reach over and give him a boost. Then get out of the tub and follow him to attempt to take pictures.* He wasn't having it, so I don't have anything good to show you.
Current Tally Marilyn, once in the tub, three times in the toilet. Puck, once in the tub, once in the toilet. But really, who's winning?
*So this may sound mean, but let's compare. Laughing when my cat slips halfway into a tub of warm, clean water. Someone feeding their cat bleach because they are too chicken shit to ask someone out. I really see no comparison there.
Labels: everyday musings, kitties
posted by nicalyse @ 10:21 AM
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