awww shucks, aren’t you just loving the nobel prize winners for physics? aren’t you, aren’t you? I feel very patriotic about it all. speaking of patriotic…I hate america as much as the next guy, but enough already, jeez. Not everything and everyone in the US sucks. Besides, hating us is so 2004.
in sadder news, chococat, aka the fake fargo, was put to sleep yesterday in Tucson. he was very ill. poor poor kitty.
for those of you not in the know, I’ll give a quick recap of how fake fargo came to be. once upon a time, I had a black cat named fargo. I went away on vacation and left my roommate in charge of fargo. she managed to lose fargo. I returned from vacation early and searched desperately until I found fargo. despite his odd, very unfargo like behavior, I was positive it was fargo.
About two months after all this, I found another black cat sitting on my sidewalk. He was very kind and sweet and friendly. When opened my front door, he ran inside and up the stairs, planting himself directly in front of my closed bedroom door. I realized that this new black cat was in fact the original, tried-and-true fargo and the other black cat I found two months ago was an imposter fargo, some stray I pulled off the streets and forced to be mine. How I mixed up the two is a question for the ages, they are both black cats, but outside of that they look nothing alike. So, that’s how I ended up with two cats, one real fargo one fake fargo. Now there’s just real fargo.
That doesn’t sound like a quick recap, but believe me, it was.
It seems stupid to feel bad when pets die, but what can you do. I’m glad it wasn’t fargo though. chococat was a bit of a bastard as far as cats go.
anyway, she said.
- leaving loafe?
- in the valley