Sleeping…

“WTF, did you just wake me up to take a photo?”

Under the bed was his favourite place to hide. Then I’d drag a toy past the valance and he’d dash out and almost rip my arm off.

He always had that look on his face, kind of like a “what is that, what can I do next, whats happening, where am I” but at the same time a kindof dumbfounded look…

I remember I used to get home from work and park up in my van, and he’d lope accross the driveway front the neighbours, and I’d open my van window and click my fingers and call him and he’d jump up into my van with me.

I dreamt that I found him in my freezer. And that he had actually been locked in there by accident, not hit by a car, and I had buried the wrong cat.

He was frozen in a sitting position (although he was a bit smaller than normal) and I pulled him out. I was hugging him and then he thawed out and was alive again, haha.

I was walking round the house playing with him as normal and it was sweet as.

Too bad it was just a dream, though I would feel bad about burying someone elses cat.

And this one of him the first day I got him.

Sucks without him, the flat is so empty and boring. Can’t bring myself to keep the window closed at night either, lest having buried the wrong cat, and he was to come home.

I miss him so much.

I remember I used to make a noise like a dog sniffing, and he would get pissed of and swipe me. Usually my face if he was sitting on the desk. Was so funny, like “Shut the fuck up!” *whack*

It’s different when your own cat dies as well. Not like when my families cat’s have died because everyone knew them, but my flatmates didn’t really have much to do with him so it was just me and him, which makes the bond so much stronger.

Sucks so much. I’m so lost when I’m at home now, I don’t know what to do. Just walk around aimlessly sometimes. Glancing at all the places he used to sit, hoping he’ll be there. Used to look forward to coming home from work, to see him… now I wanna stay out.

I have to go and thank the guy from number 10 for picking him up off the road and taking him to the vets as well….

I hadn’t seen him for 3 days, Tuesday night he jumped off my bed and and up to the window. I patted him and opened the window, and that was the last time I saw him.

I couldn’t find him anywhere, looked on side of the road in the ditches so didn’t think he had been hit, thought he was locked in someones garage like last time.

So today at work I started calling vets around the neighbourhood and 1 of them said they had a tabby bought in Wednesday morning. So I left work at lunchtime today, and went to the vets and it was him. They had had him on ice since Wednesday so he was pretty cold, ice on his nose and paws. It was so sad.

I took him out to my parents house, and buried him there, cos they have a decent section and probably won’t be moving anytime soon.

He was the coolest cat though, we’d have parties at the flat, and he’d rock in like he owned the show and start climbing on people.

Used to wrestle him with my arm. Like grab his head and he’d wrap his arms round my wrist and try to bite me. Sometimes he’d fully launch at my arm and clamp on with his teeth and claws. I’ve still got big scratches on my arm lol.

Could box with him to. He’d sit back on his haunches with both arms up and I’d try and tap his head and he’d try swipe. That cut up my hands real good. Not deep scratches though. Had to have fast reactions for that.

He was a mean hunter too, always bringing rats, mice, birds, and skinks home and half-eating them for me to stand on later. Even bought home a seagull once, still alive. Trying to fit the whole thing wings outspread through this tiny gap in the window. He was so proud. I took it off him cos it was still alive but it died anyway so I gave it back to him. He was so happy like “yeah motherfuckers I gotta fuckin seagull! Woo!” He ate EVERYTHING except for the wings. Was crazy!

So sad, and for it to happen at the time where I’m at my loneliest…. fuckin sux… maybe I am cursed.

I only wish I got more photo’s of him

Had a game of Guitar Hero with her, and got fuckin owned. It was my first go, but seriously, that girl can shred!

We were both still pretty munted from the night before I think lol, I felt like such a douchebag… like real slow and dumb. But yeah, she’s really cool. Hard to find girls like her. Then you do find her and something comes between you. *sigh* Murphy’s law bites me in the ass again…
Murphy: 6
Hamstar: 0

Left at about 3pm took the normal route home. I was being a dick on the Desert Road, through the three sisters and stuff, seeing what the van could do round the corners but there were other cars on the road! Bastards! I was even overtaking them through there which was fun. Lilley must have read my blog by that stage and text me like “wtf u a satanist?!” haha.

Stopped at Taupo for subway and parked by the lake with the door open sitting in one of the lounge seats. Was mean.

When I left it was dark, and the headlights on the van are really bad so could see hardly anything after I left Taupo, even on hibeam (cos hibeam is useless and lowbeam is parking lights???), plus I pulled a fuse out from somewhere to plug in for the ACC so neither the horn nor the hazards are working (reminds me I should look for a fuse box plan on the net). So that was fun.

I would’ve almost made it back on one tank, but filled up just after Matamata, then going through Maramarua I kept having to go slower and slower, could hardly make out the road. Then I saw a B Train coming up behind me so I pulled over and let it past. That dude was going so fast. Keeping it pinned at like 110kph through these little country roads, bush on both sides. No wonder you see so many dead animals on the road!

Followed the truck till the motorway and got home at about 11:30. The cat was so happy to see me. Everyone else was in bed though.