come tomorrrow, my cat would've been gone for a week. that's right...a week. how did this happen, you'd ask? like this: my uncle took back in his clothes for drying since it was drizzling, and the cat ran out. just like that. there're other theories, such as my uncle selling her off or accidentally killing her [due to his incredibly quick response to my querying of where the cat was], but the fact remains that she's gone. it's quite depressing, seeing how i spent money on her. from her dewormer, to her food. to the pain that i felt when she bit and clawed. to taking dumps wherever she wanted to. we tolerated it, and in doing so, we learned to love her even more.

so where is she now? how the hell am i supposed to know? all i can say is, baby, wherever you are, you always have a standing invitation to come back.

that was lame.