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[spatch]

It happens every few months.

Abbie comes cryin to me when I'm trying to sit down and have myself a read, and it's clear he's not content with the Food Level in his bowl, so off I go to put a few handfuls of kitty kibble in for him, and while I do this I go "Awww, izzums hungry? Izzums tarvin? Izzums tarvin to def?"

Then I stop, catch myself, realize what I've done, and feel absolutely terrible about it.

Not because I'm talkin baby to the cat, but because, well, that's kinda how the little cat went.

Aw, hell.

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[arielblue.livejournal.com]

Awwwww. :(

[stopword.livejournal.com]

I hate it when that shit sneaks up on me like that, too. :(

[spatch]

It's like an unexpected kidney punch from a close friend.

[jodied.livejournal.com]

Aw!

[audioboy.livejournal.com]

:(

I recently changed screensavers and I forgot the random photos SS was set to run pics from my cats photo folder. So suddenly, up come the photos of Winston from 2 years ago. The ones we'd taken of him shortly before he died, along with the photos of the little copse of trees in B's parents' yard, where we buried him. *sigh*

/me commiserates.

[semer.livejournal.com]

*lots of hugs*

*also, pets for abbie*

[muffyjo]

She was the little cat. Abbie, Abbie is not. He's really not little in any respect. I think it's ok to tease him a little. It might desensitize it a bit, too. Think of it as a celebration of his roundness instead!

[spatch]

Well, he's still got a healthy appetite, and believe you me, I've been watching him on that front. But it's just jarring to make a big ol' joke on him in the vein of "Well, that's how your sister died, so EAT UP FATTY"

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

He's okay, you're not terrible. But yeah, sometimes that kind of thing just comes out of nowhere and hits you hard.