I still haven’t been able to wrap my head around the death of Cashew. I feel like and do burst into tears about it without control at random times in the day.  She was loved by not just my family, but my neighbors as well. Today, one of them dropped off this poem with her daughter. The pic is of Cashew all ready for Halloween last year.

I still haven’t been able to wrap my head around the death of Cashew. I feel like and do burst into tears about it without control at random times in the day. 

She was loved by not just my family, but my neighbors as well. Today, one of them dropped off this poem with her daughter. The pic is of Cashew all ready for Halloween last year.

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I change shapes just hide in this place…

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Reason #331 Why I Miss My Parents

My Mom called me yesterday specifically to tell me that Suzy Q (the cat) had brought her a present on Monday. It consisted of a bunny with no head and its intestines spilling out of its side. My father suspects that a wild wolf actually killed it and that Suzy Q was just scavenging the remains for my mother.

They bagged it, threw it in the garbage and, as of yesterday, given the triple digit heat hitting Southern Cali, the headless bunny was reaking up a storm. Luckily, the trash gets picked up today.

This is my pet, Frank the Tank. For a while, I worried he had an eating disorder. He would either suck in a fishy flake, and then immediately throw it up, or else just ignore them completely. Apparently, however, as you can see, he’s now eating what appears to be a healthy amount. But his manners have completely gone out the tank. He’s been floating around with this piece of poop stuck to him for two whole days. I mean, it’s huge. I keep trying to encourage him to rub around on the rocks on the bottom of his bowl, but he just stares at me like I’m stupid.

This is my pet, Frank the Tank. For a while, I worried he had an eating disorder. He would either suck in a fishy flake, and then immediately throw it up, or else just ignore them completely.

Apparently, however, as you can see, he’s now eating what appears to be a healthy amount. But his manners have completely gone out the tank. He’s been floating around with this piece of poop stuck to him for two whole days. I mean, it’s huge. I keep trying to encourage him to rub around on the rocks on the bottom of his bowl, but he just stares at me like I’m stupid.