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Monday, March 29th, 2004
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9:49p - found cat
I had to get a cat for the sake of the film. I figured I would have her for the rest of her life. Turns out I was wrong.
One day in early 1998, I bike over to Oakland’s animal shelter, which is in deep dark south Oakland, near the Coliseum. I know this experience is going to break my heart, and sure enough, it does. Animals in cages, all squealing at me for my attention. I figure that if I choose not to choose an animal, I may as well be consigning it to the glue factory. Every cat and dog so cute, so deserving of love. It’s like “Sophie’s 101 Choices.” It may be the worst hour of my life. I want to run from the place screaming.
( a streetcat named nushka )
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