Saturday, December 10
I love the holidays. Mostly because of decorating.
I don't know why. I guess I liked watching everybody in the Institution hang up the mistletoe and garland and wreaths and bells. It just sorta calmed me, and I don't really know why. I mean, I didn't really have fond memories of Christmas when I was younger, because my mother and father used to get in fights over the littlest things, and that would cause Mikey and me to go down in my room and hide under my bed while holding onto the little dolls our mother would've made us.
Shit. Now, I've got myself crying again. Boo's noticed, and Pumpkin has, too. As comfort, Boo curls up next to my feet and starts to purr. Pumpkin decides to rest against my chest and lick my nose, my cheek. I can hear them purr, too.
I softly pat them.
"Everything's going to be okay, Mr. and Mrs. Kitty."
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