a true story this,
for those of you, "who" do let their furry friends outside, take note of
this story.

my bedroom use to be downstairs, at the time i had a cat named shadow.
i have the bad habit of smoking in bed.
shadow and i had a thing going, he would some how realize i was awake in
the morn, he'd come downstairs and softly meow. i'd call out to him and
he'd come in my room and jump up on my bed. this went on for months.
one morn., i was feeling good,  shadow came down stairs like usual
but i didn't call out to him.
that would be the last i would hear his meow.
shadow went back upstairs and was let outside. that was the last anyone
saw of shadow.
for a long time, i just thought that shadow got lost but than i started
thinking, what if his lil heart was broken on that morn.?
which now i do belive i broke my friends heart.

so, before letting your cat out, give him/her some affection first.

ghost