I leave the apartment for only an hour by myself, because my cousin didn't want to run last minute errands, and I come home, not only to my lovely goat not being feed dinner, but also to a dead baby kitten.
Poor Olivier. -cries- She was such a sweetheart. Whenever I was on the verge of tears, she would cry and climb into my lap.
She has horrible cat skills, so I watch her often, and she kept slipping in the bathroom because she liked to try and climb. I told my cousin not to leave that door open, and what did she do?
She left it open. She didn't even notice. On the phone with her schoolmates, happily chatting away after I bought her a load for calling.
My baby kitten...
Day started out good for once this month, and it turns out shitty.
R.I.P baby Olivier.
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