Tuesday, November 27, 2007

How could sorrow or goodbye be sweet?

Shakespeare must be out of his mind at the time when he inked the line. There is nothing sweet about parting. If anything, it is a painful experience that can be obcsured by recent events but cannot be totally forgotten.
Following dad's latest trip to the hospital, the doctor suggested that bjork and kitkat (which she saw while doing housecall on Wednesdays) will have to go. But where? And how?
Actually, both were eternal suspects in the seemingly endless asthma attacks. Yet, everybody is in denial about the fact. Four years of companionship between human and these domestic felines were a tad too long a time to not have forged a mutual kinship that wouldnt be difficult to sever. Discounting the fact that these domesticated animals were completely stripped of their inherent skills in hunting or climbing trees, the likelihood of their tastebuds withstanding ingesting unprocessed food remains to be seen. And the worse that could befall them, Bjork especially, is ending up as the residents drunkards' "pulutan".
If only...

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