Lemme start off by saying that life..for the lack of a better word, is a bitch. She's a cruel mistress that curls her cold and dirty fingers around you and doesn't stop squeezing. Once you think you have it all, she laughs and pulls the carpet from under your feet. Or paws, or other limbs you stand on. She doesn't care how old you are or how rich you are. Life will take away from you. But...which isn't to say Life is always cruel. It's a careful Yin and Yang. Sure, things may darken on one path, but another opens up. It's up to you whether or not to explore said path; or keep treading on the one you walk now.

All in all, Life is mysterious. There is no full understanding of the term in my mind. I don't understand it or how it comes to be, why some lives are cut short and some live to be 100 years old.
I'm sorry to subject you all to my little..rant? If you want to call it that. I woke up to my mother telling me the cat we took care of outside had passed away. I just saw him yesterday and he was just fine...

R

IP Mr. B
Smokey
A great and lovely cat.
You will be missed...