I was putting off posting this because I was so sad about it, but here goes: earlier this week, my kitty Jihad (who had been living with her co-owner, my brother in Australia) got badly injured somehow. So far he has been too upset to talk about it, but from what I've heard from my dad I believe she might have been hit by a car. She came into my brother's room injured, and he took her to the vet, who said that the injuries were so bad that she wouldn't have a good chance of surviving even if they operated on her. My brother and sister were there and they decided not to put her through any more pain.
I am very sad.
I am very sad.
I will miss you my poor retarded kitty. I will miss the way you ate everything made of paper and fell off flat surfaces and had to be rescued from poisonous spiders. I will miss how you didn't realize for half a year that you weren't small enough anymore to jump onto people's legs and hold on by your claws. I'll miss sending pictures of you over Skype and then realizing that I'd just sent a bunch of files labeled 'Jihad' to Iraq. I will miss the way you hated strangers and would ignore and/or bite anyone who wasn't my brother or me. You weren't a well-behaved cat, but you were my cat, and despite your hatred and fear of all humans, you would still cry at my door every morning to wake me up. You kept doing this, even when I was in America, because in your own confused way, you missed me. You were a good kitty.