Ultimatum.
   Sunday, November 21, 2004, 11:55 PM

I was in absolute s-h-o-c-k upon receiving an ultimatum.
It's the heaviest load i've ever encountered recently and it's gonna take at least a while.



Apologies to Tea and other cats-happy friends who are looking forward to meeting Bowie and Simba for Rayer. My parents decided to release them after finding it hard to maintain the house with them (compared to the 4 cats i used to have, 1997-2000). I was against the idea, but indeed it was harder this time, i don't know why. So it's done, they're left with the half-full pack of Friskies biscuits i bought last week and will roam around the streets of Marsiling.
Simba, the shirt-sucking, golden brown, innocent, lazy, cute, low-profiled, handsome kit.
Bowie, the 50-bucks SPCA prodigy, all black, rawk-voiced meows, always hungry for chicken, will never stop bugging someone to sleep beside him, attention-seeking, super fighter.
I'll miss you two man... Wished i never knew them at all. Fight well okay?
Holy fuck, i'm sad :(