The beautiful kitten I begged for when I was twelve- who quickly became the ferocious nineteen-pound cat who hated everyone (except, mysteriously, Johann), and then several months ago became the pathetically skinny, mangy, elderly furr-person sporting dreadlocks (apparently because he'd lost the will to groom)- seems to have run away.
(
Okay, stalked slowly away. )
Comments 11
Reply
Poor Sarah.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment