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Feb. 12th, 2008 12:47 amWhen I came home that Friday night, I thought he was already dead.
I came in the door with a salad in my hand, all set to enjoy my Friday night after such a long fucking week of too much misery. I wanted to sit on the couch with my boyfriend, watch bad television and go to bed early. As soon as I set foot in the door, I knew something was wrong. One cat at the door, two cats, then nothing. Weird. So, I went into the kitchen, fed everybody, and wandered around for a few minutes doing the random and meaningless rituals I perform when I come home from work. Straighten the kitchen table, face-forward the cans in the cabinet, walk to the back of the apartment and then back again. I've never once claimed to be normal. The Engineer was downstairs at this point and in the kitchen, telling me about his day.
At this point, I made the concious decision to look for the cat because there was a little flutter in the back of my brain. Banging itself against the smooth interior of my skull and shrieking that something was WRONG. I paced in the living room, scanning. I walked around the coffee table and then saw him.
( Half under the couch. )
I came in the door with a salad in my hand, all set to enjoy my Friday night after such a long fucking week of too much misery. I wanted to sit on the couch with my boyfriend, watch bad television and go to bed early. As soon as I set foot in the door, I knew something was wrong. One cat at the door, two cats, then nothing. Weird. So, I went into the kitchen, fed everybody, and wandered around for a few minutes doing the random and meaningless rituals I perform when I come home from work. Straighten the kitchen table, face-forward the cans in the cabinet, walk to the back of the apartment and then back again. I've never once claimed to be normal. The Engineer was downstairs at this point and in the kitchen, telling me about his day.
At this point, I made the concious decision to look for the cat because there was a little flutter in the back of my brain. Banging itself against the smooth interior of my skull and shrieking that something was WRONG. I paced in the living room, scanning. I walked around the coffee table and then saw him.
( Half under the couch. )
