Thursday, July 25, 2002
to my dear court: My condolences for your poor kitty. However, never fear, although 'derelicte' ran away, Jamie and I have rescued a replacement. His name? Chewy, short for chewbaca. Why you ask would we name a cat chewbaca? Well, we were "draggin main" in D-town one night when we came up on the railroad tracks and there was this poor little kitty stranded in the middle of the road not moving. I could see he was alive so I jumped out of the beast with quick mad skills and grabbed the little bugger. He didn't appear to be externally damaged, but his breathing was labored. The first thing he said was AAAAARRRRRRRRR! (roll the r) sounded just like chewbaca. and you know what an affinity the J-Funk has for names, therefore he was transformed to chewy. We took him to sonic with us and one of the guys that worked there always nursed sick kitties back to health. He took one look and said he didn't expect ol chewy to make it through the night. So I took him home to make him as comfortable as possible. WELL the little shit made it through the night and seemed to have renewed strength in the morning. Shocked we were! That was at least a month ago and the turd is still kicking. Mom finally broke down and took it to the vet. He looked, shook his head and said there was something wrong with his diaphragm and that he could live a normal life, or die soon. He gave us some medicine and the boy is totally doing great. He's the sweetest little thing, its so funny he tries to nurse on all of our kitties and they just slap the shit outta him and go on about business. can't a guy get a break? But anyway, he's all your when you get home. Damn, look at that novel I wrote about a sick kitten we found to give to you when you get home. I think its the influence of 'stan' and his effusive ramblings.
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:12 PM
