"I am alone"

No, this isn't a pity me post. I'm listening to Beetlejuice while I'm surfing the net, and the scene were Lydia writes her suicide letter was on and I just thought it was funny.

My two barn cats, Rascal and Foxy, are hunting now. I know this not because they are leaving me dead animals on the porch for me to find. No, instead there are a bunch of feathers scattered all over the floor in the feed room. No blood. No bird carcus. Just feathers. There's just something a little... creepy about that.