2012-04-18 - 9:47 am
Where to begin, dear readers?
One Saturday, the GC called us up to say he had a moment free, could he come over? Two hours later, the bastard doesn't show up in spite of my mother's many calls. So we say "fuck it", I do some work around the house, and we now have all three cats in our apartment-we got Butch and Jackie on our last couple of trips. CJ was the first one we picked up.
Butch, a very shy cat to begin with, has hidden on the little space between the washer and will only come out for food. CJ is, it seems, very, very sick with cancer and I have to give him the medicine with his food twice a day. Luckly, it's liquid, but still.
Jackie, who we suspect might have some Siamese in him, we got him the last time we were at the house. That was about a week ago. He's been yowling and jumping onto things. The rotten bastard has even been trying to sneak onto my bed. I really wish at times like this I could speak Cat. He's been doing these trills and multi-sillabic meows. I think he thinks we're gonna disappear on him again.
-psyche
