Every night he goes to the door. Every night he calls: ‘Come on, come on, come on.’ Every night he is ignored. Ginger the Cat is gone.
Not quite ready for the real thing just yet.
We’re in a room without a door
And I am sure without a doubt
They’re gonna wanna know
How we got in here
And they’re gonna wanna know
How we plan to get out
We better have a good explanation
For all the fun that we had
‘Cuz they are coming for us, baby
They are going to be mad
They are going to be mad at us
Shameless, Ani Difranco
Bellacat can barely walk. She can barely eat. I think the end is coming. Some will dismiss this as a kind of cloying sentimentality. But Bella has become a part of my life, a part of me. And she has been for eleven years. I think I will die without her.
I am so afraid. She is me. I am her. I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want her to die for if she does then a part of me dies too.
Imagine how the local mouse population feel.
So Sick of Drowning 
