I got a call from my dad yesterday. He lives in Oklahoma City, where I was born and raised. When I was a kid, we got a pet cat that I creatively named Kitty. I must have been in third grade, at the oldest. She was a beautiful calico cat. She turned 21 years old this year, and he called to say that she died last Monday. I remember thinking when I was a kid of how I would react to this very news. I imagined that I would be very destructive, throwing vases around, etc, but it was nothing like that. I was just very sad, and I still am. Kitty was my first pet, and was a part of my life for almost 20 years. I miss you, Kitty.
I’ll put up some pictures here when I get home and find them.
-Because I said so
