So my cat came home from the vet today. I was pretty happy for a little bit before my mom told me that if what happened to him happens again, she's going to have him put down. And she was like asking me if I wanted to know in advance and I said yes. I didn't get to say goodbye to my other car before he was put down so I at least want to get the chance to say goodbye.

But God damn, I was with his cat for thirteen years of my almost sixteen years of life. It's going to be hard. I've never known a life without a cat.

And Jackson's turning on in less than thirty minutes so hopefully he responds by 8 or 9 because if not, I have to text my teacher and tell her he's not working and that'll be just wonderful.

So yeah. I have a (possibly) annoying baby and a dying cat on my hands. Life's great! ^~^ Like, totally wonderful and great.

||Sky||