It was terribly sad tonight; my last kitten was killed. The twin of the other one that was killed in November.
The weird thing about it was, that before we pulled into the driveway, I had this strange feeling that I was gonna see my cat dead, and guess what.. it happened. [How in the world did that happen?]
It was the strangest thing. Not even a minute later, I heard a gasp and there he was.. on the pavement.
I played detective for a short while after I got over the sight--it wasn't a bad sight I must say. No blood: the cat's eyes were open though.
Strange, no blood. Which means, it probably didn't have time to seep out yet, which means.. it was a fresh kill.
What if it happened at the exact same time as I was getting that feeling?
Psychic maybe?
Naah, it's nearly impossible.
I must mention though. I had a dream last night that one of my cats had a terrible accident, and their rib cage was ripped open, but.. they lived. It wasn't the kitten though. STRANGE.
Ok, well. It breaks my heart. I don't have anymore kittens. Just this old cat that I have had before I even lived in this house.
He is turning 3 in April.
This was taken a long time ago, possibly.. 2 years. He is not that cute anymore.
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