Apparently, one of my cats, Aurora, died while I was at college and my mom waited until today to tell me so I wouldn't be distracted during finals week. I suppose it's better than walking into my mom's house looking for her in vain, but...fuck.

Apparently she was fine when my mom left for work, and sometime during the day crawled behind the toilet and died and we have no idea why. My other cat is fine but he's pretty distressed about it.

Well, RIP. I only hope she didn't suffer any...