meow {blitz}
Jan 2, 2022 2:05:39 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Jan 2, 2022 2:05:39 GMT -5
I like taking the cats with me whenever I go to visit his grave. It makes this whole... shitty big sister thing feel different, you know? Like somehow the cat makes it all feel better. We recently adopted a second cat, a fully white cat. I named her Angel because the white fur reminds me of his purity, how he just wanted to make his - our parents happy and proud. It's the natural instinct any child would have if they hadn't already disappointed their parents.
I still haven't talked to them. I don't plan on it, either. Whenever I take them on a walk and I see his mother at the grave, praying or crying, I move along and make a note to visit the next day. I don't want to see her. She does not want to see me. I often see the growl that skims dads face if he ever sees me when I'm working. Old bitch needs to get antidepressants because the alcohol doesn't do it anymore.
That's what the doctors notes say at least, but I didn't read 'em if you're asking. We stopped for a moment because Angel decided she wanted to sniff around the bushes, and the other one found the idea equally brilliant. It was colder today, but I was fine in my bundle of clothes and the cats each had a tiny little vest on them that have 'Angel' and 'Salem' embroidered. I pulled a few strings and was able to get the soundwaves of Heaven's voice, which is neatly knitted over where Angel's chest is.
Suddenly, the sound of clanging and falling garden tools sent Angel a few feet into the air. "Don't let them eat that!" Followed the clang, with Carter pointing down at Salem getting very interested in a certain bush. I tug at Salem's leash. "Watch it, you. You had all morning to eat." I glance up at my ex-partner. "Thanks."