I blew it myself.

If you know those lyrics, I'll yiff you. But I doubt you do, otherwise I wouldn't offer that.

Well, I'm almost done living in my tangled webs of insecurity. My cat is dead, but my Finneus is trying so hard to take her place as Alpha animal. . . he even (finally) got a big German-Shepard bark, and almost attacked someone for coming to my house.

He's in mourning too, though, because he loved Princess as much as me.

No matter what I do, I can't get the image of Princess flinching as the medicine took hold, and then her head falling back limp. And everytime I see it in my head, I flinch. And then I laugh.

And when I can't laugh anymore, I cry.

I'm ready for condolences now, because I can think of Princess with out feeling the urge to jump in to traffic.