What can I say about Michael Jackson that hasn't already been said in a thousand different ways?

He was born in the same year as the old man; who, as you might know, has cardiac troubles of his own. Mew tells me that once you have a heart attack you can feel it all the time and a part of you always worries about it. The old man has been reminiscing about Michael Jackson, MTV, BilLie Jean, Thriller, Moon-walking, the Jackson 5, the cartoon show, and all the rest. He keeps saying that Michael was probably just as crazy and broken as he is and how clearly unhappy he seemed to be. Still, Michael wasn't the only kid who ever suffered an abusive childhood. The fact is, most of the Foxclaws have had it rough. BuffCat got in a fight with a dog who rolled him and bit his balls open. JuliaPurrs, our little blind sister was practically starved when we met her. Lil Kit was abandoned and SkinnieCat was the victim of a hit and run driver. I was the product of a breeder who, when I grew a snaggle tooth and couldn't win her any prizes, got kicked by her, told I was worthless and had my fur pulled out all the time.

Trust me, mates, I get it.

Tonight, Lil Kit is "champing at the bit" to go back out in the woods and rejoin his old colony. We all think he is turning Feral on us. The others are trying to keep him in but I say, let him go.

My vet says that strays like us, suffer from what is called "PTSD" and that means we tend to relive our traumas in an attempt to get a handle on them. Lady Gyrl says that the old man is a champ at it. So, apparently, is this guy Michael Jackson. Hell, mates, he has us all beat and with his passing, the theme is all around me. BuffCat keeps harassing a german shepard across the street. Shades paces in circles like she was back in her cage. Lil Kit is shunning the tabbitarium and seeking out a feral existence again and SkinnieCat keeps walking the streets daring the cars to finish what that one started. And in the middle of it all, the whole world is focused on the loss of this millionaire rock star who tried to create a real life Peter Pan Never-Neverland fantasy and never grow up until one day, his heart just plain gave out from the strain of it.

Forgive me if I ramble, the stream of my thoughts is very raw thinking about this man who was so beloved the whole world over and yet, must have been in so much emotional pain for so long.

If ever there was someone for whom the well wished phrase was apt, it's gotta be this youngest Jackson boy.

Rest In Peace, Mate!