So, I found out this week that Jimmy is dead.
My new roommate Audra said that she saw a smashed cat in the street that matched his height and color and such.
I figured something was up. I had not seen him in weeks! He had not been sniffing around or anything. I was scared to mention it though, out of fear he would come back. I thought that maybe Connie might have sent him away to the kitty hospital to finally get fixed and get his shots.
But that wasn't the case. It is reported that Jimmy was recently seen as road kill.
The good news: no more random bites. The bad news: Audra said Connie said she wants another cat. Eyeroll. I am a true believer that the only good pets one could have would live in a bowl.
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