Our cat Yoshi died today. She'd been sick this weekend, and this morning, she was miserable. She was in her basket, drooling and panting. When I came home from work, she was gone. It felt funny, touching her, so stiff. She used to be the most elastic and flappy cat I have ever seen.

I guess it was the karma police that got her. She's spent her entire adult life (3 whole years) killing mice, blackbirds and sparrows. She even managed to kill a rat that was larger than her own head.

When she was a kitten, she used to sleep on the nice and warm satellite receiver. Even when she got too big to fit in there, she'd squeeze in and look all stupid, wedged in our furniture.

We just buried her under her favorite bush. My sister cried a lot today, yet I don't.

My dad speculates that it could be internal haemorrhaging from a blow to the head. Or poisoning. I don't know. Bleh. As if last week wasn't bad enough, then this.