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May. 1st, 2006 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spatchIt 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.
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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Date: 2006-05-02 05:08 am (UTC)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.