My dear kitty, the big ball of fluff who can tell when i'm sad and curls up next to my head on the bed, who likes me best, who chases his tail in circles and makes quacking noises, who used to cling to my arm with his claws and wouldn't let go, who scares my friends, who left me with scarred arms for a good two years... he went to the vet today. Poor Paddy has Feline AIDS. Apparently it won't kill him (i'm not totally sure about that, doctors say that diseases won't kill people but they still do), it'll just make him sick and lower his immune system. We're not supposed to let him outside anymore - but there'd be no real way that we could keep him inside, he's never been a truly tamed cat. I feel so sorry for him, it must be hard to be a cat and not be able to tell people what's the matter... I swear, there must be something about our family - EVERYONE gets sick. Even the cats.
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