Cat’s Overnight Log

00:01   The food has fallen below the halfway point in the bowl. I know in this moment that it will never be filled again. I am going to starve to death. Continue reading Cat’s Overnight Log


Death Child

I’ve always been the death child for both of my parents. I’ve known since a very early age that they both want to be cremated. Whenever there is a story on the news about some breakthrough in dementia or a family fighting over maintaining life support for a vegetable, the parent watching would turn to me and let me know that I am never to let that happen to them. I’ve got a pillow ready. Continue reading Death Child