Name - Shoes AKA Zippers
Occupation - Warming Humans
Duration - 1999-2011
Likes - The Sun, Shiny Things, Shoes, Getting Under Blankets, Being Chased, Ice Cubes
Dislikes - The Garbage Truck, Daemon Yelling at Video games, Other People, Zippers
Perplexed by - Bugs, Not being able to fit in things she could fit into as a kitten
Sorry I don't know why as soon as I saved the pic some of the stuff got a bit blurry but I suppose that's what I get for trying something new. I'd re-type it out for clarity but honestly it would be just too emotionally taxing to do that again at the moment and honestly so many people have left this place and I guess my stuff has become so awful to read that it's rare that I get much by the way of comments anyways.
But suffice it to say my li'l kitty kat is all deadified and gone and she has left me all alone with naught but my stacks and stacks of movies. I like to think of the fun things she liked to do such as enjoying being stalked and chased (All I'd have to do is quietly say that I was going to "get" her and the chase would suddenly be on!), the tinkle of an ice cube as it bobbed around the water bowl that I would occasionally put in, the drive-bys she would perform (when I was reclining on the couch and she was sure I hadn't seen her down below, she would suddenly spring up and bounce off my chest and onto the top of the couch), the excited way she would scratch as my shoes when I came home from work, and of course the quiet melancholy of not fully understanding why she could no longer crawl inside Pepsi containers as she enjoyed doing when she was much smaller.
But now she is gone, setting like the sun that she loved so much only this time she'll never rise again. I live in such a small place that we were pretty much always within sight of each other and so it's so damned odd to hear and see nothing since the emptiness doesn't seem to react to all the sounds of my activity all that much. I meant to write all sorts of fun and semi-witty thing ruminating on my cat's behavior and such, but honestly I just don't have it in me at the moment. But like I said, who really gives a damn? Who really gives a damn at all?
I just wish all the silence wasn't so damned loud.
