Wednesday, June 05, 2002

PS: I liked the videos a lot, though I must have the weakest arms on the planet. Eek, eek, eek.

Big thunderstorm last night. As predicted, Fiona freaked out. She hid under the bed all night.

Casper has died. My heart is broken. He weighed 8 pounds when he died. He was Kirsten's cat; when we lived together, he lived with us. He was deaf, 18 pounds of feline blub and so lazy he laid down to eat. But we loved Cappy. And now he's gone - he was 12 years old.

I miss the furry white fluffball.


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