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Daisy the cat and poor little Cocoa the mouse also know as Coco were friends to my soul.

Daisy died a peaceful natural death of old age in the loving arms of my mother and father, all oldsters together, it was perfect for them, Alex had me all worried but I am assured she was okay with them. It wasn’t as well for the kittens but two of them also lived until age 20.

There was some bad water under the dam there because of a curse David at the state hospital put on me about the cats and my father and my sister also. She never got over it. It led to me hooking up with Alex so I have been lenient with myself in this regard and also with the state hospital. Now, I am forgiving myself and bearing down on David and the staff at Wernersville State Hospital for relief from this sick energy on my soul.

Coco died a horrible death just after Daisy passed at Springstone Hollow here in PA while I was on Feldman’s psych ward in Tampa in 2003. I can’t go near those moments in my mind. I am advised not to. You just can’t have a pet mouse in a Clan Chattan household. What was I thinking! I don’t know whether that was the best life a mouse ever lived or the worst. She had the run of the place. A little spec of femininity; a little speck of love. But it was awful how she died. I have spoken to this before. It doesn’t help to revisit it. I repent of any ill that befell her on my watch.