Your a Liar

Well crap. I just typed a whole bunch into a new post, then I went into another tab to check on my email but when I came back to this one I hit the exit button by accident. I geuss I remember most of what I typed and could just do it again, but I'm too lazy for that.
Im feeling really guilty for lying to my boyfriend about checking in on the cats. Honestly, it seemed like one of those things that you should just lie about,  but communication and being myself are sort of two big points on my list. I should come clean. I mean the cats are fine, no harm no foul. But that sort of makes a person think "Well, sure you can tell him the truth and thats just dandy. But what if one of the cats had succum to starvation. Hugh you little liar? What then?" Hmm, I probably would have held that I had been going to feed them, but never really saw either cat at all. And that would be a complete lie. But it definintely sounds better than "Oh yeah, you know when I told you that I had been checking in on your cats and they were doing just fine? Ha! Well, funny story. I tooootally lied to you on that one okie dokie? Oh, and by the way, your cat is dead." I mean, on review of the options the lie looks increadibly more appealing.
This isnt even the first time I almost killed his cat, which is even worse. He had told me a couple times to always shut his door becasue the cat would go into his room, bust the screen, and run around on the roof. This cat is a Munchkin, which is like a weinner cat, it is declawed and, needless to say, an indoor kitty.

So one day I was browsing the web on his computer and the cat was looking out the window. I heard a weird noise, looked up and there was the cat looking at me from the other side of the window. "Hey! kitty kitty! come back here!" I called, and in response the cat let out a signature wail like meow and scampered away across the roof. I froze in position, my arms outreached towards the window and my mouth open crookedly. My boyfriend walked back into the room and I sat back down quickly, looking at the fan on the ceiling. "Umm, hey you." I muttered. I left without telling him about the escape. Why I didnt tell him I have no idea, maybe an instilled childhood fear of getting in trouble. When I came back the next day I said "Hey wheres Jinx? I havent seen her around in a while, thats weird." He shruged and repied "I dont know, shes probably hiding out somewhere."

I was riddled with guilt. The cat had fallen to its death, the cat had died from heat exhaustion, the cat had been attacked by an eagle, the cat was dead. then the next day I came inside the house and was greeted with a "Mauuuuuw." I ruffled its head, tickled its chin and clung to it in near tears. I didnt kill you! I thought triumphantly.

So, I should probably come clean about both incidents.