spacecobra

I'm dedicating this entry to my departed cat Ashes. He died when I was so very young. I remember on winter's eve in the midwest when the thunderstorms rolled in and light up the sky. Ashes wanted to be let outside, I really didn't want to let him out in the cold, thunderous night, but he insisted with is cries of freedom. If I only knew it was so he could dissapear into the night and not befound until that following Sring underneath our deck filled with maggots. What a sad day that was. A year later I ventured to the pound and got a new grey fluff and called him Danzig. this cat dissapeared too one winter.