I was out and about, down the street, one of the wild teen age cats got hit and died. I cried. I do not like to see any animal die. I have had to work on managing my emotions for years. I picked him up, he was still warm, called my cat rescue friend, she told me to put him in newspaper and a box, so the wild animals would not dig him up. His name was Silver. So I drove over to my 88 year Dads' house to give him a proper burial. My out of her mind sister told me to take Silver to the human society. FUCK THAT! My baby sister was visiting me this weekend, I called her and told her what the "FkUP" older sister said (a major drug user that fried her brain in the sixties) and we both agreed she was fucked. SHE IS FUCKED, really! Dad was not home, so I got a shovel and buried Silver. He did not have a name, I called him Silver and said goodbye.
Then my Dad came home, and my baby sister drove up and we had a chat about the doom of the world. My father is old school and a fatalist. LOL. Do I have much to do with him, not much. He sees but does not see.
I performed private cam shows with naughty boys all afternoon.
Off to yoga class and it was a nice. It has been HOT because of the summer heat, the teachers have been great at regulating the room. Whew!
