darwin says, tom waits plays
darwin is the custodian at the school where my sweetie works. the other day, he saw her when she went in early so she could finish a report before she left to take pablo to the vet. today he asked her, "so, how's your cat?"
"he didn't make it," she told him.
"so, what are you going to do now?" he wanted to know.
"be sad," she said.
"the reason you're sad," he told her, "is that you got too much love left. you need to get yourself another kitty, so you can give it the love you got left."
i just got up in the middle of the night to find this song because i knew it would make me cry. how weird is that?
"he didn't make it," she told him.
"so, what are you going to do now?" he wanted to know.
"be sad," she said.
"the reason you're sad," he told her, "is that you got too much love left. you need to get yourself another kitty, so you can give it the love you got left."
i just got up in the middle of the night to find this song because i knew it would make me cry. how weird is that?
posted by stashdauber at 2:44 AM
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not weird at all - course that could be my own weirdness for doing similar things prompting me to make that call.
oh, and for what it's worth - reading of pablo's passing made me extend the old pettin' hand for some overdue love pats on the 7 fuzzball army patroling mi casa. haven't had nearly enough time for them since junior's arrival and reading 'bout this was a wakeup call to never take for granted what they mean to me. i'm lucky to live in their house..
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