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I'm afraid I will die and my kitties will be starving and end up eating me. I don't care as much about the dying part as my kitties starving. I mentioned this to my dad a month ago or so and he shrugged it off saying that of course that won't happen. We're all in touch. I haven't spoken to anyone in my family in over a week, and that was my dad because he called because he hadn't heard from me in a while. My dad is the only one who calls, other than my boss every day to tell me where I'm working the next day.

Oh nothing never mind.