Little Yoolie died today. She never really got out of her first heat: when the heat subsided a little, she would get hit with another wave. But all female cats go into heat... She was still able to eat and move around, albeit getting orgasms while doing so. She was fine while Mary Unknown7 sang today, seeming content and enjoying herself as usual. Then the session was over, and I had to move the cats out of my office for feeding time. When I picked Yoolie up, she got a massive orgasm, had a heart attack and died quickly. She died still growling from her orgasm. What a really strange way to die. So the Cat of Death is dead. This may seem weird and funny to you folks, but I loved her. She was like an angel. Why do I keep cats anyway? I hate love sometimes.
