A missing cat, and I'm here listening to hardcore/death metal with a champion line that is slightly insulting to the gay community. Only because of the derogatory term. My God, don't they get tired of all that screaming?
But to cover the first three words. My cat's gone. It's only been two days, but he's never been gone that long. Do we know how much I love this cat? Not to sound like a crazy catlady that has nothing else in life, but I have a serious bond with him. He's the sweetest cat known to mankind, honestly. He loves up on everyone, cuddles, rubs his face on theirs, and even gives hugs, if you're special. And he loves me. I'm the momma, I feed him, I give him pets and sleep with him. And now he's missing... I'm sad. And worried for his safety.
Anyway.... did anyone see the meteor shower last night? C and I went to her old friend Sprinkle's house with J, K and quite a few others. Her dad told us to leave at about 12:30, since we were laying in the street making a rucus. Before hand, we roasted marshmallows [which apparently are kinda cancerous if only burnt, not cooked the full way through or something] and told "dead baby jokes." Those jokes are pretty horrible, but hilarious. I'd post some, but they're pretty racy...
C and I dropped J off and watched meteors for about a half hour in her backyard, canoodling under a blanket keeping warm in our PJ's. We both got tired though, and went and zonked out in her little house in the backyard [basically a little shed type thing that's clean and carpeted]. Her room is being painted and none of her furniture is set to go or anything. It was chilly and sometimes I'd wake up with my left arm over my head, away from C and wonder "wtf" and snuggle back up against her, wake up and it'd be the same thing. When I'm tired, I have no mind.
I miss my kitttttttyyyyy.