my kitty, christal

when i was four a number of young neighborhood girls came to our door with a milk crate full of bitty kittens. i picked the one that looked like our other cat. she was black and white and perfect. i named her christal. and she continued to be perfect until the day she ran off somewhere to die. i have a number of those little i-zone sticky film photos on my address book. one of them is a picture of christal. i was looking at it longingly the other day. and then was highly disturbed by a flash of an image of her decaying.