Return of Memoryfest - Day 3/31

[bironic]

First couple of differences between this year's project and last year's:

- More comments. I love it and I will do my best to keep up with everyone.
- Slow showing for RL friends and acquaintances. So far there are only two of you. This makes me sad. kabale? catilinarian? Both Michelles? Accio and Patronus people? I miss you guys. Serves me right for posting about House all the time; I've scared you off.

Anyway, on to tonight's.


3. High School

Our family was cleaning out the basement one night, and I'd gone upstairs and out the back door to take out a bag of trash. When I got to the gate of the fence that separates our backyard from the driveway, I thought I heard a noise, like a clinking. I paused, but whatever it was, if it had been anything, had gone quiet. On alert, I opened the gate and stepped towards the garbage cans. Another clink and suddenly there was movement to my left and with a jolt in my chest I turned and saw that it was a dog in the darkness. Its collar was making the noise. Frozen, heart pounding, thinking of stories of animal attacks despite knowing it was ridiculous because I thought I recognized the dog as a neighbor's, I waited to see what it would do. It trotted off across the lawn.

I put away the trash and went back inside, still hyper-vigilant from the scare. It was as I crossed the kitchen on my way back to the basement that I noticed my hands were shaking. I couldn't stop them. Strangely embarrassed, I waited till the shaking lessened and then went downstairs.

When I write someone experiencing an adrenaline surge, I go back to that night, to the shock of suppressed panic and the shaking that wouldn't be controlled.

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Comments

[elynittria.livejournal.com]

That's so awful. All of these memories about dying cats are making me want to go hug a live one, but I don't have one yet!

BTW, I love your icon. What a cute tuckered-out kitty!

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I wanna hug a kitty, too, but mine got hit by a car earlier this year. x_x It was on purpose, too. You could see the tire marks on the road showing that the person swerved to hit him. I've always been okay when pets die, except for cats. So I decided I can't have cats anymore and I haven't found another suitable companion yet. I'm considering a hedgehog, though...

Here, take a peek at this to cheer you up! It sure as hell made me giggle: http://independentsources.com/2006/07/12/worst-company-urls/

And I love that kitty in my icon. He's just like "IT'S BEEN A ROUGH DAY, GUYZ." ♥

[elynittria.livejournal.com]

It was on purpose, too.

I just don't understand how people can do things like that. :(

Thanks for the link—it made me laugh out loud. (What were some of these people thinking when they came up with these URLs?)

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

I don't get it, either. It blows my mind trying to figure out how anybody could be that awful, and I'm pretty goddamn mean sometimes.

And I suspect most of those people weren't thinking when they came up with those URLs. XD

A warning for humans at their worst

[ryokophoenix.livejournal.com]

On purpose? That's revolting...I don't understand how a creature's life can be a game to some people. It reminds me of something that was on the news a fair while back - four teenage boys had been caught on train station surveillance kicking a kitten around. Abusing it by literally kicking and throwing it to each other. Eventually they threw it on the railway tracks to die and left.

For the record, all four boys were turned in by their parents, who were more or less disgusted by it.

As for the kitten you found - you must be an incredibly brave person, trying to find its owner. I wouldn't be able to face them, though I'm sure they'd have appreciated it.

Re: A warning for humans at their worst

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

Eugh, ew. :( I really just don't get it. I mean... I once kicked a dog, but that was because it bit me and drew blood and it came toward me again and I didn't fancy being, like ... eaten alive. It was a capital-letters Big Dog. I can't imagine hurting something little and cute and helpless just for shits and giggles. :(((

With the kitten I found, mostly I felt like I really needed to at least try to find the owner because I would've wanted someone to tell me, instead of having to find the poor little guy on my own. The thing I was most scared about was that they wouldn't believe I didn't hit it myself. I would've owned up to it (really tearfully) if I had, so the prospect of being blamed when it wasn't my fault and I was just trying to do something nice had me extremely worried.