14th December 2012
Dear
Cassi,
Today
I donned gloves and took to tossing out the cat’s mess. The little things had
pooped on some things I can never replace, but then if those things meant
anything to me why were they on the floor?
Nothing
helps a fellow to let go of the past more than cat poop. The first yearbook I
ever owned from grade school was pooped on and in the trash it went. Paper and
poop do poorly to gather, I’ll grant that even poop had a hard time standing up
to pee. More than one thing has been trashed as it has been peed on.
I
love my little kittles and would spend all the day with them if I could but
cleaning up after them is work for healthy folk and my depression has simply
got to go. The dark looming issues that stand over me are so strong in nature
that they are like chains.
Here’s
do being a good pet daddy,
Richard
Leland Neal
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