*Ok everyone, I have a few questions to answer.
1. Qtsugar- He he he...I got a hold of book three in my devious, devious ways. Not illegally, however. *Lol* yeah, so anyways, I ordered it online. I can't tell you where, that's no fun!
2. Eiknlng- don't worry... I probably won't kill him. And if I do, it will be in a humane way.
Thanks to everyone else for their fabulous reviews!!!!!!!! Keep em' coming!!!! *
-The Next Day-
There's still no Louie news.
And to think, two weeks ago I was worried about him drinking out of the Christmas tree bowl. I even put a dish with water to discourage him from drinking it.
And Michael is gone to Columbia for a weekend of astrophysics.
On the other hand, Grandmere is leaving tomorrow. She's coming back in four weeks. She's excited about a big bill they're trying to pass. Something about Secure references for immigration from terrorist-high countries. She really wants to get on the terrorist prevention scene so she can become friends with Laura Bush.
And I really do think she wants to cut down on terrorism. Two Genovians have died as a result of the 9/11 attacks.
Life without Louie is like...well...I can't describe it. It's horrible.
I wrote an ode to Louie.
Here it is.
Ode To Louie
To the dearest Louie of them all,
My pretty calico colored fuzzball,
The happiest cat,
(Though not an acrobat,)
Your careless days,
Must to our dismays,
Could be gone in a scoff,
As the result of one little cough.
I'll never forget,
My cute little pet,
In all of the years,
To becoming yet.
Your silken waves of fur,
Your low and deep purr,
I'll never get back,
If life soon you'll lack.
I need to sleep.
There's nothing else for me now, nothing but Michael.
And Lilly.
-That Night-
There's been nothing to write about.
I went out with Michael yesterday.
Louie is on life support. He needs a lung transplant.
The thing about cats is, they don't need a cat lung. They can have a dog, or some form of rodent lung. Just not a human one, it's too big.
I'm going to visit him for the first time in an hour. I think I may die to see him hooked up to those machines.
-The next morning, the loft-
Grandmere let me skip Princess Lessons yesterday. They really weren't princess lessons, we were just going to have tea at the Plaza.
I think she's going through second menopause.
She never liked Louie.
Numerous times she tried to get me to give him away.
-She said that cats suck out your breath when you sleep.
-She said if I ever brought him near her she'd make a Louie-skin coat for Rommel out of him.
But she was there. She was in the lobby. She waited with me.
-She paid the bill, and said to the doctors to keep him there on life support until I said to take him off, or unless he gets better.
-She also said she'll pray for the latter.
1. Qtsugar- He he he...I got a hold of book three in my devious, devious ways. Not illegally, however. *Lol* yeah, so anyways, I ordered it online. I can't tell you where, that's no fun!
2. Eiknlng- don't worry... I probably won't kill him. And if I do, it will be in a humane way.
Thanks to everyone else for their fabulous reviews!!!!!!!! Keep em' coming!!!! *
-The Next Day-
There's still no Louie news.
And to think, two weeks ago I was worried about him drinking out of the Christmas tree bowl. I even put a dish with water to discourage him from drinking it.
And Michael is gone to Columbia for a weekend of astrophysics.
On the other hand, Grandmere is leaving tomorrow. She's coming back in four weeks. She's excited about a big bill they're trying to pass. Something about Secure references for immigration from terrorist-high countries. She really wants to get on the terrorist prevention scene so she can become friends with Laura Bush.
And I really do think she wants to cut down on terrorism. Two Genovians have died as a result of the 9/11 attacks.
Life without Louie is like...well...I can't describe it. It's horrible.
I wrote an ode to Louie.
Here it is.
Ode To Louie
To the dearest Louie of them all,
My pretty calico colored fuzzball,
The happiest cat,
(Though not an acrobat,)
Your careless days,
Must to our dismays,
Could be gone in a scoff,
As the result of one little cough.
I'll never forget,
My cute little pet,
In all of the years,
To becoming yet.
Your silken waves of fur,
Your low and deep purr,
I'll never get back,
If life soon you'll lack.
I need to sleep.
There's nothing else for me now, nothing but Michael.
And Lilly.
-That Night-
There's been nothing to write about.
I went out with Michael yesterday.
Louie is on life support. He needs a lung transplant.
The thing about cats is, they don't need a cat lung. They can have a dog, or some form of rodent lung. Just not a human one, it's too big.
I'm going to visit him for the first time in an hour. I think I may die to see him hooked up to those machines.
-The next morning, the loft-
Grandmere let me skip Princess Lessons yesterday. They really weren't princess lessons, we were just going to have tea at the Plaza.
I think she's going through second menopause.
She never liked Louie.
Numerous times she tried to get me to give him away.
-She said that cats suck out your breath when you sleep.
-She said if I ever brought him near her she'd make a Louie-skin coat for Rommel out of him.
But she was there. She was in the lobby. She waited with me.
-She paid the bill, and said to the doctors to keep him there on life support until I said to take him off, or unless he gets better.
-She also said she'll pray for the latter.