Yes, I do tend to talk a lot about dead cats.

Well anyway. Shea finally caved. Remember when I said I thought there was something about the death of my cat that she wasn't telling me about? Well...

When she got home today I told her about the article. She said she had seen it... but hadn't read it all the way through. We got to talking... and I told her about how the guy walking round our neighborhood at 2-2:30 probably wasn't him, I said something about how our cat died and she said...

"Well I do think the guy who mutilated the cat in the article is doing work round our neighborhood too."

"Really? Why's that?"

"...because I think Dickens died relitively the same one that other cat died."

"Which other cat? The one the guy was looking for or... t-the one from the tunnel...?"

:pause:

"...the one from the tunnel."

I stared at her, unbelieving, and wondering why she was finally telling me.

I gaped. My little brother was sitting right there and when he wasn't looking my mom kept making head jolts towards him, indicating that I really shouldn't ask her details.

When I opened my mouth to ask, she made even more obvious indications that I shouldn't ask right now since Tim was sitting right there.

We moved on to other subjects and I kept sitting there hopeing Tim would go away.

Go away, dammit, go away you lil shit!