Don't worry about it. I'm sad, and i miss him, and I keep thinking about the horrible way the car hit him as he was crossing the road, but there's nothing that can be done about it. I feel worse for my mother now, because really if the cat was anybody's he was hers and she misses him really badly. But there's nothing that can be done about it any more. There never was, really, though frankly I think the guy didn't stop because deep down he was a complete coward and couldn't face up to it. The best thing I can do is try and put my angst to some kind of creative purpose.

... Yes, I'm thinking of writing another deathfic. But this time I won't be killing off Ken or writing a sequel to 'A step forward into night' because I need him alive thank you very much fanfic gods. I'd be doing the 'other half' of a deathfic this time round, namely what it's like for the survivors, and in all honesty I cannot write an entire fanfic (which, in my head, has multiple chapters) referring to Ken in the past tense.

Damn my fangirl obsessiveness. DAMN IT, I say.

My mother's probably gonna be waiting a bit before she gets a new cat (though I spoke to my dad about it yesterday and we discussed when he should suggest getting a new one and the like, so it's probable that they will be getting another one). For my part I'm hoping my landlady's cat, whom I see far more often, is still all right. Because if he is I am going to absolutely LOVE HIM TO BITS. It'll certainly help me get over it. I need something furry to hug and that cat is a big complacent bundle who likes being petted... QED!

I hope you like the latest chapter of my doom fic! Don't feel guilty about it, if anyone should be guilty it's me because I wrote the damned thing in the first place. And I'll be waiting for your verdict. Thanks for the 'Entrapment' review by the way! Damnation, if you have a fondness for closets and guys in aprons, I think I might just about have made your brain explode. I'll be okay, I think, but I will let you know if there's anything you can do for me.



And 'Moonflower' owns me. Totally OWNS ME. Must not listen to it again. Must not... oh, hell.