I have attempted suicide twice in the hopes of escaping this mundane world. I know that my next life couldn't possibly be worse than this one. With all the kissing and cuddling from the female human and the idiot kats I'm surrounded with, I just couldn't take it anymore. I get the nickname from this pitiful existance, "The Suicidal Goth Kitty Morose".

August 1998 - I hung myself with the electrical cord of a box fan. The Humans found me dangling and forced me out of my carefully knotted noose.

February 1999 - I attempted to jump off of a second story balcony, to leave my mangled body on the cement below. Too bad I really did land on my feet.