I’m sitting in a chair staring at a blanket containing my euthanized cat “Fake Mary”. She has played the role of a Russian coincidence as a blue Russian breed. I got her during a panic attack back in July 2003. I grabbed her and put her in the car. She’s been with me since.
It’s been a shitty few months. She started by puking constantly after losing a lot of weight. She was last 8 #. no amount of Vet visits were going to make it better. Well, I did visit two. She was just getting old.
She generally doesn’t shit where I am, it’s always the hall/bathroom or near the litter box. Today she shit right in front of my desk. I stepped right into it. I told her, but how did she know?
When we leave for the vet to get her euthanized I hear a buzzing noise, and when I get home, the septic tank’s aerator went out. Fake Mary had her last breath today, so does our shit. I got it working by killing the ants that were surrounding it. Coincidences can be explained, but that doesn’t make them not have happened.
I had Will use his power to get the lime to the car.
The vet’s shoe size is 13. He volunteered that info. This guy just put down a Schrodinger cat and doesn’t realize it yet.