Book of randomness

Dead squirrel

My cat, Tilly, killed a squirrel today. I didn't know she did until she brought it into the house and started playing with it in the living room. It was pretty traumatizing seeing my cat play with a dead squirrels corpse...

I hate to admit it but I cried a bit. No, a lot. I don't know why but staring at the squirrels dead body made me really emotional. It was so sad staring at his little dead body...

I wouldn't touch him because every time I tried I would start crying even more so my mother had to pick him up and put him outside. I did burry him later so I at least got to know Tilly wouldn't bring his dead body in the house again.

I miss the little squirrel already. We called him Mr. Chitters because he would always wake us up in the morning happily making squirrel noises but now he can't because he's dead.

I knew Mr. Chitters ever since I moved here so it's going to be really weird and sad not waking up to hearing him chattering about. He lived in the tree in our backyard and would sometimes chase me around when I got to close.

I hate to admit it but I thought of that squirrel as my friend. That may seem weird but I was a really lonely and weird child so I didn't have any friends and that squirrel was well there so I decided one day that he was going to be my friend.

Pretty sad to see him dead though. I currently hate Tilly because she killed him but I'll get over it. Probably.