Ahh... Life's good, no? No... o.o
I hate washing machines...
Awhile ago one of my cats had kittens. o.o I love kitties... But that's not the point. Ok, so there was one girl kitty outta all of them. ((A lot.)) o.o She was grey with white front paws. Though she was a bit aggressive when playing, she was really loving and ragdollish. o.o Well... On with the point of this. When my grandma sorts the laundry the kitties like to lay down and play on the piles of clothes. My grandma usually checks to make sure that the kitties aren't in the dirty clothes when she puts them into the washing machine. This time she didn't. Yeah... The baby girl was washed. I was on the computer when I heard my grandma yelling for me. When I got out to the kitchen she was holding the kitty, crying "I killed a kitty..." Seeing the kitten like that was something I could have lived without. She was soaking wet. Her ears looked like they might have been scolded from the hot water. Her eyes were partly open and her tongue was hanging out. The tongue wasn't really pink anymore. More like a... Tanish. And her eyes were glazed over. My grandma started shaking the kitty telling her to wake up. She put the kitty in a bag and held onto it for a few minutes. She wouldn't stop saying "I killed a kitty..." My brother got home a few minutes after she called me out. Me and him tried telling her that it was an accident and accidents happen and it was ok. She wouldn't listen. I eventually started crying 'cause I imagined how the kitten had felt as it was... Boiling/drowning to death and how scared she must have been. And because my grandma was so wecked from it happening. Her friend came over, five minutes after my brother got home, to take her to bingo ((They had plans before all this)). So we put the kitty in a box to be burried and sent my grandma off to bingo, telling her to go and relax some. I called Nini and Chris after she left and told them what happened. Later on my uncle Ed got home and took the box out and burried it. When I went to sleep that night I had this dream that my grandma told me how the kitten felt. Something around the lines of "I could feel all of her broken bones..." and "She was so cold and limp..." Yeah... That's what's been up with me...
Over and out... "Roger that."
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