I'm like a toy. I change emotions as would a toy with many buttons held by a three-year-old. I was depressed, then I was laughing my a** off, then I was bored as hell, then I was sad again, now I'm in the middle. I guess I don't feel the need for death at this time, but it could change. Go see Sin City. My rat, Ra-Ra, died Saturday night. I named her Pikachu when I was obsessed with Pokemon, and renamed her Ra-Ra after the people in that one anime where the boy is in a normal life, then in a life with a giant robot and many battles. She died at the age of three and a half. Most live only to three. She was a Rex-Rat. A high class with soft fur, and only bit if you stuck your finger through the cage.
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Didn't have time to add this earlier.
When she was weak and could barely move, she tried eating. It was too hard for her, so I got a seed, cracked it open, and layed it in front of her face. She instantly nibbled on it.
The night she died, I had a dream she was okay. Like the video for Ocean Breath's Salty by Modest Mouse.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood
I've always had my suspicions that you were no mere mortal, but I never imagined that you were actually...a cat.
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