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I think Bill died. He hasn’t come back since he called the ambulance yesterday and today Becca and her family came to his house. They were quiet. Becca said “I think Puck is in the office” and Miles said “I can get him” and he came in and took my cage out to the car while Becca + Trish + Rob got some other stuff. I was in his lap in the backseat and I guess they took me to their house.
Bill’s 69 I think which is probably young to die suddenly but he drank a lot and didnt work out really. ha! I should probably be freaking out if he is dead because who will be my owner what will they make me do etc etc but I kind of don’t feel strongly about it. I imagine it will be about the same and he might not be dead anyways. No one has said anything yet but they keep talking about “all these bills now” and “right when Trish is leaving too” and all of that so maybe he’s dead or its really obvious that he’s going to die soon or something.
They left a lot of my stuff at Bill’s house without realizing it probably and I dont know how to bring that up. It’s just the extra clothes and toys and stuff so I don’t need it but it would be annoying if they never got it and they sold the cabinet with my stuff.
O.K. Miles knelt down by the cage and said “Uncle Bill is in the hospital and he’s doing really really bad” with a sad face so that answers that. I nodded at him and he said “they’re going to try their best but if he doesn’t make it don’t worry because we’ll take care of you” and Becca said “Miles don’t promise that if we keep him we’ll never be able to let him out of that cage” and he said why and she said do you want the damn cat to eat him. I’ve actually had an okay time with cats before but I guess if one wanted to kill me I wouldn’t be able to do much about it.
I said earlier that I don’t care about owners but I know these people so it is less of a “wild guess.” When Bill got angry he sometimes showed me Craigslist ads for tinies and said he’ll put me on there but it never sounded that crazy to me. Maybe there are some psychopaths on there but it would probably be mostly the same.
They argued about the cat for a bit (name: Tux, personality: hungry+smart, has killed flies but no mice) and then cooled off. Later Miles asked me if I wanted to talk about anything and I told him about the things in the drawer. Rob said they could get those tomorrow so that is settled.
Family is watching TV + talking about school stuff. Trish is graduating high school now and both of them are going to college soon (I think different schools). I’m looking at old journals and I think Miles is 20 and Trish is 18. Miles is much ganglier than when I last saw him. Tiny wrists and huge hands. Maybe I notice that stuff because people hold me so much... Trish is full on athlete now. Tan and a very mean expression. Curly hair in big ponytail... I feel like girl jocks have always done ponytails.
I remember there was a family gathering where Bill explained cage setup to Miles (maybe 12 y/o?) but not finding it...... I have not interacted with any of them a lot but Bill calls Mikey (Becca’s dad) all the time and Becca sometimes and the family has been to the house sometimes. They know that I’m journaling which is usually first thing people ask when they see me (“what’s Puck writing?”). I also met Becca when she was maybe 12 which is weird to think about. I dont think we’ve ever had conversation but I can check.
Trish keeps looking at me and looking away. Rob and Becca used to do that (when Becca was a kid, when Rob started dating her) but now they are “bored” of me. TV is Cubs game now which I do care about... Bill+I had a bet on this one. Cubs win I get to pick new book..... Giants win I stay in his sock 12 hr. I wonder if family will honor that one... HA!! He thinks rooting for Giants is funny but I think that one would be funnier if it was the Sox. I hate sock time but I haven’t gotten new book in six mo.
Cubs won. Trish met friends for lunch and Becca went back to the hospital. Miles made sandwiches for him+dad. He made a small version for me with tortilla which made Rob laugh and I said thank you. Bill gave up on small meals a LONG time ago. I guess it’s fun to make at first but after a few months it gets annoying.
Cat was ALL OVER the table for some ham.
Miles: Can’t I let him out? It’s weird that we’re eating lunch with him in the cage.
Rob: Absolutely not, Tux is gonna maul him.
Miles: Could I eat in my room then?
Rob: Go for it....
He took me out of my cage (hand wrapped around torso... HATE!) and I ate lunch on his desk. I don’t really care about the cage but I guess it is nice that he cares.
him: How are you doing?
me: I’m okay, thank you.
him: No, but really... I’m sorry we took so long to tell you what happened. This must be really overwhelming. You understand, right? Even if he makes it, I don’t know if he’ll be able to take care of you. You’ll have a different owner.
me: Yes, I understand.
I start considering pretending to be sad...
him: Do you have any thoughts on that? Anyone you wanna be with? ... Grandpa? one of Bill’s friends?
me: Well I would rather not go on Craigslist...
Miles thought that was VERY funny.