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Sep. 28th, 2009 11:01 amWe were having a lovely dinner..was it last night? Or the night before...Saturday night, yes. And i was in a pretty good mood because i'd gotten the cat-with-diabetes thing done with no problems (i.e: i did it, the cat wasn't lethargic, etc). And i rather liked this moggie, too.
So joking around, i said, "Sooo, can we get a cat?"
Dad goes, "Sure. I know of a great one we can steal."
Okay, first off, yes...i believe i totally walked into that one. And for reasons unknown, i get a bit...oversensitive when my dad brings up 'that cat'. It's been almost 10 months, but i still get touchy when Dad randomly mentions 'B'.
(Then again, we were watching NCIS: Los Angeles last night, and the main character doesn't know his full first name, and so people just call him 'G'. One person says, "That's not a name, it's just a letter"- which was something i often heard...i digress.)
Anyway, back to dinner. Dad was like, "I know of a great one we can steal. If only we knew the address."
'Course, i knew the address. But that was a moot point. And dad begins his schtick about extolling the virtues of B. "I would give anything to see him with you again...remember when he used to rub his face against yours?" Like i'd forget. On and on.
So finally i announced, "I'm going to cry."
Dad thought i was joking.
"No, seriously," i said. "I'm going to cry. Like, right now."
Mom knew. She always knows.
Suddenly, i'm not seeing the point of this post. But, oh well.
But it's Yom Kippur: The day of atonment. And even though i'm not observing it at all (I'm on the computer, for goodness sakes), I'm going to make some ridiculous admissions here. Things got personal...i think i'll email or something and pray i don't regret it> And to some...well...you'll read this, since you read this Journal.