Giving it all away
Feb. 27th, 2012 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have enriched the vets by one cat carrier, several varieties of fudz and half a sack of cat litter. Just the one carrier, which was the one that came with Mac four or five years ago; the other - which was bright purple, and which I've had for sixteen years, ever since I brought the girls home - broke spontaneously yesterday, as I took Barry's towel out of it to give it to the nice courier man. You'd think it was a Sign or something.
I could have taken the bus up to the vets' place - litter and tinned fudz together, that was heavy - but I walked all the way, like a penance. In the rain. It was a sort of pilgrimage, and a sort of retrodden memory. "Mark my footsteps, turn my page." When I took each of the girls for their last appointment, I did it this way, on foot. And I'll probably never go that way again. So now I'm sort of full of sad. And none of my particular vets was in, so I only got to say goodbye to the nurses.
Then I came home and bought eggses. Which I don't have to lock away, there being no egg-thieves left in the house. Likewise chocolate, and chocolate-thieves. And mushrooms, and broccoli, and and and.
I miss my boys. I keep catching sidelong glimpses of a huddled sweater and thinking it's a cat. And putting plates down for a lick-wash. And and and.
Also of course the more I mope & am gloomy, the less I have to be grown-up and do all that other shit. *nods*
I could have taken the bus up to the vets' place - litter and tinned fudz together, that was heavy - but I walked all the way, like a penance. In the rain. It was a sort of pilgrimage, and a sort of retrodden memory. "Mark my footsteps, turn my page." When I took each of the girls for their last appointment, I did it this way, on foot. And I'll probably never go that way again. So now I'm sort of full of sad. And none of my particular vets was in, so I only got to say goodbye to the nurses.
Then I came home and bought eggses. Which I don't have to lock away, there being no egg-thieves left in the house. Likewise chocolate, and chocolate-thieves. And mushrooms, and broccoli, and and and.
I miss my boys. I keep catching sidelong glimpses of a huddled sweater and thinking it's a cat. And putting plates down for a lick-wash. And and and.
Also of course the more I mope & am gloomy, the less I have to be grown-up and do all that other shit. *nods*