This morning, our son accidentally killed Trillian through stupid horseplay.
EDIT: 37 days. We had her just 37 days.
She deserved better than this.
An update to this, since I think one is warranted. We finally managed to get (what we believe to be) the story out of him, and it goes something like this (and the evidence is consistent with this account):
-Ha ha I will get the cats wet it will be fun.
-Oh no the cats are wet my parents will see it when they get up and get mad at me (this all started 7:30a-8a-ish).
-I will dry the cats off with this blanket.
-Oh no the cat is making a lot of noise wrapped in this blanket my parents will hear it and get up and get mad at me.
-I must stop the meowing.
-I have successfully stopped the meowing.
-Oh no I have also stopped the moving.
...so while we* were worried at first that this was some kind of, "I will derive pleasure by torturing small, defenseless animals," it turns out this was actually a series of escalating panicked reactions to being caught and having to face consequences--much like a Ben Stiller movie, except that in this case, someone ended up dead as a result.
We have been spinning this as a brutal, abject lesson in the importance of noticing when someone/something is giving you an indication that you should immediately cease your current behavior/action(s). This is a concept that we expect will be important later, seeing as how he's about to become a teenager. If this is what it takes to wake him up, then so be it, I suppose, though of course we wish the lesson would’ve been learned sooner.
--Patrick
*yes, "we." Not just me.