Guess who's back? Back again? Rocky's back? tell a frie...FUCKING ROCKY'S BACK!!!!

Fuck, I was so upset for a while there. There was this time where my mom and I went to the SPCA (one of the several times) and there was this cat who apparently had apparently gotten run over by a car just a block and a half away from our house. He looked very similar to rocky apart from one major exception: he had no ear tattoo. My mom thought it was him and I rejected it instantly and kept telling her to stop letting her paranoia affect her judgment. It wasn't Rocky and I knew it wasn't. But it was tough to accept, even for me, because on some level I had wanted it to be. Somehow it was easier dealing with his apparent death than ruing over his potential suffering--of starvation or fear of predators.

Then the fucker comes strolling in like it was nothing. My mom went to close the basement-suite window because some guy had come over that was going to be moving furniture around and she didn't want the other cats running out. And there that fucker was.

Thing is, the way my mom screamed my name out was the exact same when Sangha had died. So I thought that one of the cats was dead this time. I came running down only to see rocky walking around like it was nothing. He just gave this look as if to say, "what you bitches screamin' bout? I've only been out for a littl' stroll". Fucking brat.

He looks healthy. He must've been feeding himself well during the time that he'd been gone. And it's highly unlikely that he was ever desperate for food. Considering he never once touched the food we left out for him in our backyard. But that just reaffirms my theory that he had willingly gone out on his own and never had any intent on coming back any time soon. I knew it had nothing to do with me closing the window. It's happened in the past and he's always just waited outside for hours until someone let him in. Nope, this time, he had gone off on his own with the sheer intent of staying well out past his curfew. Fucking cat.

But he doesn't realize one thing; he fucked himself over because he's NEVER ever going to step foot outside for the rest of his natural born life. And now I won't feel the slightest bit of remorse caging him inside the house.

But other than that, SO GLAD HE'S BACK! Yay!