A few posts about my experience at Feminist Summer Camp are forthcoming but for now I am sick and very sad. I found my cat Mr. Scrunchie Face (aka Big Fat Meow Meow, Scrunchers, Zee Scrunch) dead yesterday. She had been hit by a car and crawled to my back door where she laid down and passed away. I am killing myself over what I could have done, but I know that this kind of thinking is useless. Goodbye Scrunch.
