So my dad calls me. And says that the gardeners found Lily (my cat who was obviously very sick) dead in the garden around the pool. That she died of natural causes But he called her “the cat” and “it”. Then he went on explaining how he went out to go get her to bury her but couldn’t find her, and that a coyote probably took her. Okay so first, we don’t BURY our pets. We bring them to the vet in a blanket and have them cremated and we have something to remember them by. We even did that for the hedgehogs. But you just want to stick our cat in the ground and throw some dirt on her. Second, there are no fucking coyotes in southwestern suburban Connecticut. Even if there were, there would be no way of it getting her, she was in a gated area. If coyotes came to the house that often, we would have some badly beaten up dogs. Also, she was obviously very sick, and you neglected to take her to the vet. It wasn’t of natural causes. My dad can’t see shit, and is so oblivious, and doesn’t care about anyone but himself, and probably didn’t just see her lying there. End of story, my little Lilykins is laying dead in my yard right now for reasons that could have been stopped. Me and my mom live in another house, and I’m at school now, so I can’t do anything about it, and my mom is probably going to have to go over to the house herself and go get her. After she’s been dead for god knows how long.
I just realized I’m suppoused to see Mika tomorrow night… or is it tuesday night? either way.
I HAVE SO MUCH WORK