cat

A friend of mine just got some fish.  I've pretty much always had a pet, it's part of who I am I guess.  Not that I have animals all over the place, the most I've had was a cat and a dog at the same time.  Right now I have a cat.

Anyway, that got me thinking about my cat which got me thinking of my old cat, Rovercat.  She looked almost the same as the cat I have now only smaller and with white on her face.  She would come running to meet me at the door and loved to play fetch.  She would lie on the side of the bath when I took a bath.  I was a little mean and I'd dunk her tail in the water.  She never noticed but when she jumped down she would splash herself and it was really funny.  In the summer when my dog didn't eat much and Rover would eat Sophie's kibbles.  She looked so funny gnawing away at the big dog kibbles.  When I took her to the vet she would have one paw sticking out of the carrier and people would laugh and smile at her.  All she needed was a little tin cup to rattle against the bars to be completely pathetic.  I had to leave my cat and dog behind when I left my son's father and went into the shelter.  My dog ended up being given away.  My  mom and my aunt saw her a couple of times with her new owner.  I know that they (my son's father and the person who took her) wanted to breed her and whenever I see a mixed breed brindle dog I wonder if it's one of Sophie's puppies, if she even ever had any.

The thing I'm writing about though is that I'm almost positive that my son's father killed my cat, from something my son said when he was little.  The more I look into my past and my life the harder it seems to have been.  Fuck, it's amazing I still want to breathe.