I got a call from my dad yesterday.  He lives in Oklahoma City, where I was born and raised.  When I was a kid, we got a pet cat that I creatively named Kitty.  I must have been in third grade, at the oldest.  She was a beautiful calico cat.  She turned 21 years old this year, and he called to say that she died last Monday.  I remember thinking when I was a kid of how I would react to this very news.  I imagined that I would be very destructive, throwing vases around, etc, but it was nothing like that.  I was just very sad, and I still am.  Kitty was my first pet, and was a part of my life for almost 20 years.  I miss you, Kitty.

I’ll put up some pictures here when I get home and find them.

-Because I said so