| Okay, here's what you do.
1. Put on some headphones. Make sure the volume is at a comfortable level.
2. Hit play.
I thought it was fairly impressive.
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| Last July, some neighbors of our wanted some cats to put in their barn, for catching mice. My mother happened to know someone with kittens that they were giving away, so she volunteered to bring one to them.
Well, she brought home a little kitten one night, and planned to take it to the neighbors the following day. So, she was going to leave the kitten in a box, with the top shut. For about ten minutes, she kept on mewing, as loud as she could. I knew she must be frightened, and I couldn't just let her sit there in the dark, so I took her out of the box. She stopped mewing, but she was cold and shaking, so I held her until she stopped. She fell asleep, and I sat there with her for hours.
It was getting late, and my mother didn't want her running around the house, but I didn't want her to go back in the box, so she spent the night in my room. She messed around with my things for awhile before finally falling asleep on a pillow. The next morning, I told my mother that I wanted to keep her.
We named her Bandit, and she and I were inseparable. She followed me around the house, she sat on my lap while I was at the computer, she was nearby when I did my homework, and she slept on my bed every night. She always came when I called and always purred when I pet her, which she didn't do for anyone else.
I wish I could find a picture to show you, I know I have one somewhere, but I'll just describe her for now. She was black and gray striped, with a black "M" shape on her forehead. Her tail was always puffy, for some reason, which really attracted dirt. Ah well. She was also always tiny, because she was the runt of the litter, only half as big as any other cats we've had. I emphasize the fact that she was small, because she could fit into small places.
So, last Tuesday, when when my dad went to start his pickup, it turned out that she was in between the fan and the radiator. All that was left was a mass of bloody flesh.
Good bye, little girl. I loved you, and I really miss you
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| In Canada, Milk comes in Bags.
True story.
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