You did it. You really did it. How could you?
He was mine. I found him under the bush in the rain. Next to the lady with her office in the apartment. He looked so sad and wet, but so adorable.
There might be a whole litter in those weeds. I’ll just get another one.
I can go there if I want. You never said not to.
No, you didn't.
I hear you. It’s not a marsh. It’s just some puddles in the grass, because it rained last night.
What are you talking about? I had to use the sandwich meats. We don’t have any cat food. I had to take care of it. That’s why I fed him a saucerful of milk.
He likes people food. I had to feed it what it liked. You were trying to starve it.
How could you say such a terrible thing. He wasn’t a stuffed animal. He was a real. With a name.
It’s perfectly clean and fine. How could you turn your back on that poor helpless thing. He's my baby.
What are you talking about? I did not spill milk, and the sheets could be washed anyway.
I’m not going to wash them. You should wash your ugly dress. You look like a giant candy corn.
What are you talking about? There’s no such thing as consequences.
I don’t need choices. I need to get out of here and away from you crazy people. You’re not going to brainwash me. I’m eleven and I know things. I know all about the Greek Gods. About Zeus and Athena, and that guy that saw the naked woman bathing and fell in love with her.
Nothing. There’s nothing in my hand, Mom.
It’s just a pickle. It lives in my sock.
What? I can’t even have a pickle for a pet.
You’re cruel and unjust.
Shut up, I’m talking. I’m like cheetah breath, not a pair of scissors. You’re not even a caterpillar.
You don’t understand anything. I’m using a metaphor.
I couldn’t even say good bye to my cat, my lovely baby. You never loved anyone. That’s why you and Dad are going to get a divorce.
No, it’s your fault.
Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, or I will stick a knife in your heart.
Get off me, get off. I can’t breathe. You’re killing me.
You’re lucky you just got a few scratches, because if you touch me again, I will stab you in the face.
I’m glad you’re crying. I don’t love you. I could never love you.
I’m a terrible person? You’re not even a real person. Your spirit guide is a rotten dandelion.
Stop crying I said. I don’t want you to cry any more. If you didn’t take everything I loved, everything would be OK. He was a stray, my baby. He didn’t belong to anyone but me. He liked to watch funny shows. He didn’t like to watch long boring documentaries. His name was Murphy.