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12 November 2003 @ 12:03 pm
Oh my god. I am covered in scratches and mud. SCRATCHES AND MUD! And I am seriously going to kill that fucking guy with the leafblower. HE IS NOT MAKING THIS EASIER!

I totally saw my cat. I was in the road, he was back by some brambles. I'm like "AHHH! GREEBO!" And start trying to get his attention but it's too far. And then a dog on a neighbor's porch sees me, starts barking, and Greebo turns and plunges into the brambles. I'm like "SHIT!" And I run after him, which I'm sure looked great because I was wearing my father's shoes (too big) and the ground was muddy so I kept having to rebalance myself as I ran. So then I get over there and I'm cooing and calling his name. I hear a meow. I run back to get a box of food. I spend hours trying to find this cat. Hours. As in more than one. Then some boys said they had seen him and we went fucking around the complex, but no... and it was the wrong cat anyway. At least I think so. I'm not sure the cat they meant was the cat we saw...


And why the hell is there a goddamned thicket in the middle of a complex of condominiums? GRR. I AM MAD. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE.


*head falls into hands*
Current Mood: stressedstressed
Current Music: LEAFBLOWER
electriboogaloo on November 12th, 2003 02:46 pm (UTC)
Fuck you, Leafblower Man! You made Stephanie's cat disappear again.. :(

I'm sorry you lost your cat. I always hate losing my cats. I had this really pretty seal-point balinese named Trini. She's was so cool! I think my dad (who's still married) gave her away to one of his girlfriends, but maybe she ran away. I still don't know.

Anywho, best of luck in catching Greebo. What a cute Star Wars name!
DrWorm: preciousdrworm on November 12th, 2003 05:19 pm (UTC)
Fuck the leafblower man and the neighbors giant dog and... damn, just everything.

What a cute Star Wars name!

Is it a Star Wars name? I took it from a series of fantasy novels by Terry Pratchett called Discworld. One character in several of the books is a cat named Greebo who occasionally becomes a human being. In fact, in one book he ends up attending the opera as "Lord Gribeau." And apparently 'Greebo' was a seventies English slang term for a man who was "the sort who would like to be a Hell's Angel but doesn't have enough style." *shrugs* All I know is I'm trying my damndest to get him back.
Classy kinda sassy: too shortsimmysim on November 12th, 2003 03:32 pm (UTC)
T_T that must've felt horrible. if there's any sort of justice in this world, you'll get your kitty again. *crosses fingers for you*
DrWorm: the truthdrworm on November 12th, 2003 05:13 pm (UTC)
If years of being an uncomprimising cynicist has taught me anything, it's that there is no justice in this world. In fact, this world has a great time kicking my ass.

But if I do get my cat back, I make a solemn vow to attempt to be less jaded and more optimistic. *rolls eyes toward ceiling* C'mon, karma, help me out here...
Classy kinda sassysimmysim on November 13th, 2003 02:19 pm (UTC)
*gives you ten times of good karma*
Sycorax: cubesycoraxthewitch on November 12th, 2003 05:38 pm (UTC)
Spend lots of time outside, so he can hear your voice, and carry catfood and toys.

I really hope he comes back.