sat 11 0ct 2008
it's seven months today that i am the FBI's plaything, not a human being at all. it's also a horrible anniversary: on sun 11 oct 1998, i came back to live in turners falls again, after having escaped for a year. believe me, i did not come back by choice. i came back kicking and screaming. ten more miserable years today in this town. and seeing that in was in THIS town that i ended up with a mafiosa tenant and a mafiosa landlady, and in THIS town that i got a contract on my life, i REALLY hate this anniversary and my return to this god-forsaken place.
Aram was born on 20 june 2000, in our home. he was 7 and a half, and orange like his mother. he was extremely shy and he made little squeaks, not real meows, when he wanted to talk to me.
Abel, his brother, was one who fancied himself a bully, but when HE was threatened by anything, he was a complete coward. a funny paradox in his nature.
Chani, their sister, was one of the most aloof cats going, like Judah, but they weren't related. quiet, not mingling too much with me or with other animals until it was HER idea, until she really wanted it.
