Black Cat, Nine Lives (Part 2)

Cocoa wasn't looking right when i got back from teaching at HWA so i drove her down to the hospital immediately. Dan was already on his way home but as soon as he knew what happened, he went straight to the hospital as well. Took a few more xrays of Cocoa, ran some blood test and she seemed to be okay. I guess i'm just worried. Who wouldn't be? Cocoa has been with me since she was barely one month old.

I can't imagine how i'd worry about my own child. As a matter of fact, i can't imagine how much my parents would worry about me if i were the one with a broken limb. Mum would probably just worry herself sick, go off food altogether and become as skinny as that Olsen twin girl, Mary-Kate or something.

Anyway, the cat's now in hospital. Dan didn't feel safe letting me drive home alone so his car followed mine all the way just to make sure i got home safe and sound (so schweeeeet!). On the way, he was cutting into my lane, flashing the high beam at me and doing all sorts of weird things. I thought he wanted to race me and so i kept overtaking him and doing crazy things to him in return. Turned out that i didn't turn on my headlights and Dan was desperately trying to tell me. UH OH.

Mental note: REMEMBER TO TURN ON HEADLIGHTS or traffic police will catch me and ask me to turn on my lights so they can see......ah nevermind.