Wow, where to begin, huh?

Saturday: The Party

I guess I'll start with Saturday, my birthday party. My uncle came over and we all watched some movies, ate some food, abd ended up playing Rock Band for about five hours.

You should have seen our band's characters at the end of the night. Generally, we all dress up as ourselves, but exaggerated. So for that night, we decided to dress up as famous rock stars. I was a white Jimi Hendrix, my uncle was Prince, my brother was 'Kung-fu Elvis', since we'd just watched Walk Hard that night and Jack White's version of Elvis had us laughing all night. And finally, my dad's character was Paul Stanley, complete with bright white face paint, red lipstick, and a black star over his eye. Even the unnatural amount of chest hair. It was a strange band. After the night was up, my uncle Pat went home and we all went off to bed.

Sunday: Honey

Then came Sunday. That one wasn't much of a party. I woke up feeling pretty sick, because Pat had been ridiculously sick when he was over here. Mom was banging on the door, so I asked her what she wanted and she said it was an emergency, so I got up, got dressed, and went out into the hall. My dad was standing at the end of it, holding Honey in his arms. My first thought was that one of the animals had attacked him and that he was hurt, but I could tell by everyone's face that it was worse than that.

About ten minutes earlier, he'd been sleeping next to my mom on the couch when he sprang to his feet and jumped into the floor, hissing at something. My mom got up to try and calm him down, but he was completely out of it. My dad had decided a week earlier that he'd take the night off, but he didn't know why. Now he does. Honey was always closest to my dad, and even though people say dogs are man's best friend, I think Honey was my dad's, and went he turned around and hopped up into his lap, I think my dad knew what was happening.

Dad held him there and tried to comfort him, but he let out a scream and his body went limp in my dad's arms. Generally speaking, the death of an animal doesn't always get to my dad, but he was pretty clearly shaken up about it. We spent the rest of the night talking about him and all the goofy things he used to do

Him and Abby always acted like they were a couple, cuddling with and cleaning one another, and about a month ago, we tied some ribbons to a door knob in the living room so Honey and the other cats could play with them. Honey would lie there every day and wrestle with those things. It was so cute watching him get wrapped up in them, then Abby would pounce on him and lick him like crazy.

The night that he died, all three of the cats, Honey, Abby, and his mom, Simba, all lied next to one another in the sun, for hours, just watching the birds and relaxing. After it had happened, the other two cats seemed like they were affected by it. Simba hasn't really moved much and Abby seems so lost.. It's strange, because I never really thought animals could miss each other, but the way Abby walks around, smelling his things and distancing herself from all of us, she acts like she's mourning. Usually, I can't get her to leave me alone, but lately I never see her. She's always lying in his spot, wrapped up in his ribbons.

I was there for his birth and I helped raise him. I remember when him and his little brothers and sisters would run down the hall and climb onto our beds like tiny ninjas so they could cuddle with us. And when we put up the Christmas tree, they'd climb into it and spin around. It was so adorable and sweet the way Simba took care of them and tried to get them down so they wouldn't hurt themselves.

I've never been their for the birth and the death of anything, so the entire night was surreal. You don't want to see something die when you held it in your arms the day it opened its eyes for the first time.. *sighs* I'm gonna' miss the little guy quite a lot.

Monday and Tuesday: Eighteen

Luckily, Monday wasn't as bad. Nothing really happened. I think we were so out of it we were close to being asleep as it was anyway. We went through old photos of Honey and the kittens and I'm going to be featuring them here at the bottom.

Also featured will be the cake that Milissa baked me this year, because as of today, I'm 18 years old. I don't really have anything planned, but so far it's actually been a pretty good day. It's supposed to rain, which I'm really looking forward to, but today's not about me. It's about the Chubby Kitty Warrior, the cuddliest cat in the world, and probably the sweetest. So.. *raises a glass of milk* To Honey!