I was just thinking today as I lay here, that I wish I had like 50 kittens to play with right now. That would be lots of fun. Then I thought of my taffy cat, mom had to put her down recently because she was getting really old, like 20 years old and then she started letting herself go. She would never sleep with me or really come to me when I called her, but on the last night that I was home with her, she slept on my legs out in the living room, really I dunno why but it meant a lot. And I love her and am glad that she isn't suffering anymore. But when my fat little soxy cat has to go, then well depression is ganna sink in more than ever.
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