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oneirophreniaI went into the basement today to get something and what do I find? The mouse, from last night. BEASTLY DEAD!
Guess Kristi whacked it around a little too much, or it was just sick of living and killed itself, or something.
Man, I hate dead-mouse disposal duty. It depresses the fuck out of me.
I still gave Kristi props anyway, because she is a cat, and mousekilling is her job, I guess. Whether or not she actually had anything to do with the moider, I don't know, but I could just tell in the way she was looking at me that she was anticipating some kind of encouragement.
Guess Kristi whacked it around a little too much, or it was just sick of living and killed itself, or something.
Man, I hate dead-mouse disposal duty. It depresses the fuck out of me.
I still gave Kristi props anyway, because she is a cat, and mousekilling is her job, I guess. Whether or not she actually had anything to do with the moider, I don't know, but I could just tell in the way she was looking at me that she was anticipating some kind of encouragement.
