This diary is in part mourning for a young kitten that didn't have to die, in part a tribute to my children, and in part a rant at someone cruel enough to cause his death, from neglect. For the kitten's view, please read my daughter's story about Euclid and Euripides. There's a couple of later entries in her journal as well, from her perspective. Warning, if you are sentimental, reading that story and the aftermath may be too much for you.
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