october is off to a craptacular start.

You'll notice yesterday didn't mention a damn thing about attending a kitty funeral. And yet that kind of eclipsed it all.

My Bear cat died yesterday. No one bothered to wake me up when he was sick and going to the vet, where they practiced the fine art of "putting your cat to sleep and then charging you for the 'mercy killing'". Then I got woken up by my brother who said, "You might want to wake up. Bear's dead and we're burying him."

... I miss my Bear. I didn't even know he was sick. :/

Death, the action figure, has a lot of explaining to do.

I don't feel like wading through stuff anywhere right now. So I'll see you all on my first day off. Monday. Enjoy Charmed for me. Or snark it to death. Either or.

Bear. :(