Posted by August (184.108.40.206) on June 03, 2001 at 04:06:45:
i woke up with a fluffy soft furball playing with my earings. "This is different" i thought to myself. Then the gears started to turn in my sleep deprived brain and it came up with" oh it's a kitten" :-) My niece got me a six week old kitten because i've been sad, and he can play play and sleep with you when your sick, she said to me as she was literally jumping up and down with excitement. This kitten is so precious, so cute, it's like the epitomy of all cuteness. I literally cried when it curled up on my neck and started to purr. It's a fluffy calico kitten that's name is Shiva, my new baby. Bill died last October, and I swore i'd never get another pet. It hurt too much to love one so much and then have it die. My heart is open to this little furball that seems to love me, (it cries when it's not near me)
and my eyes are open to how precious life is.
Yes, there is great beauty and joy, even in hell.
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