no trouble
i buried my kid's cat yesterday. the local animal control called with bad news. dancer had been hit by a car. dancer? who the fuck is dancer? oh. trouble. no one calls him dancer anymore. that was the name the humane society gave him when they registered the implanted rfid tag. sigh. his favorite spot was sleeping on the picnic table on the back porch. couldn't really bury him there. so we put him in the corner of the yard where the fences, sorry, the cat-ways, intersected. curled him up like he was sleeping. wrapped in a sheet. g added a rose. and we sealed the grave with tears. so anywho, the next few posts will be about that crazy cat. but not today.