j: if i were to die in the house, and you weren’t here and a few days had gone by, and the cats run out of food, do you think the cats would eat me?
s: no…you would stink.
j: but the cats would be hungry. you think they would eat me?
s: maybe.
j: they would eat me.
s: look, if you’re planning on dying in the house, leave food out like you’re taking a short trip. and crack a window. you know i’m blogging this, right?
now why you put ole girl’s business in the street?
a sista can’t consider her own mortality without you plasterin’ it all up on the internet?
i think the cats would eat her. just cuz you love em like kids don’t mean they ain’t animals.