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Wish, my cat, has asthma.

I headed out at around half past eight this morning to get a vet from the clinic to help me take him there.

The poor boy was having a nap when I brought him downstairs to the waiting cage. It wasn't that terrible, he weed on me, but that's to be expected - the old man was utterly stressed out.

Once the vet gave him a shot to drowse him, he made noises reminiscent of Darth Vader, wheezing and gurgling. He sounded like an old man with emphysema. Once we arrived and the head of the clinic took a look at him and pronounced him "Very bad shape."

Cue the tears.

So there I was, sitting in the waiting room, crying my eyes out, under the impression that my cat is all but dead on his feet.

I called my brother, who is the only other sibling who loves the cat because he was living at home when Wish came to live with us (my older sisters were already out on their own, so they have no special feeling towards Wish). I called my brother, and he rushed over from work and sat with me for half an hour, and I'm really happy he did.

At around half past 10 the head vet came out to let us know that Wish is in the oxygen saturation chamber and that we should be able to take him home soon. They also gave me a prescription for the asthma, all of which he should be able to take with his daily wet food snack.

So we waited and the vet said his breathing was still bad so he wanted to keep him in for a few more hours.

And here we are. My cat is still at the vet and I'm still crying my eyes out, because this is the longest he's been our of the house since he was fixed as an older kitten, over 14 years ago.

My parents are abroad and my brother couldn't stay and now I don't know what to think about it all.
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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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