In other, sadder news, my parents are putting down the family cat this afternoon. He's old and sick and getting senile, and he has earned the dignity of his rest.
A good tribute to him is due; he has been a fantastic cat. For now, though, I'm trying to put it out of my mind, because I have to work tonight, and the day is long, and I don't feel like spending it crying.
Alexander Pennington Farnsworthy. Kitty with a Thousand Nicknames. Bat-Killer. MacGreuber. Bear-boy. Parr. Keety.
I'll miss you.
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