Friday, January 06, 2006
Wilson
I am coming to terms with the fact that Wilson isn't coming back. If he were around, he would come home. He also has collar and tags and microchip, so he would be returned by now. I am very sad. I don't like cats (don't tell them at work), but I love that crazy gray beast. I also dreamt that he was with my mom. They were loading in a show to the deJong Concert Hall. What does this mean??
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Meow, meow, meow. Meoooow, meow, mwwwwww! He was brought to us in swaddling clothes after mom lied to a little girl in petsmart so I could take him home. I hid him for three days before presenting him as the baby Jesus in the Christmas Pageant. I love this little guy! Who will bat the boxes and announce the recent cat famine? He is sitting on the table in heaven where mom naps with her hands folded across her chest...
I am having guilt because I don't know how long the food dish was empty. I'm am used to a LOUD reminder when it simply needs shaking, and Lola hasn't said a damn thing about it. I am sad. I had a vision of Wilson running up to mom meowing loudly to announce his arrival. They may send him back if he doesn't learn to use his "heaven voice."
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