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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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[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.