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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 5:07 pm
Last night...
I swear it was like a nightmare. I kept wishing I'd wake up, but...
A few weeks ago I brought home this lost cat. Big orange critter, seemingly quite loveable, and still with a collar. I wanted to find its home...
Soon he proved that he was not the cute and cuddly creature he'd initially seemed to be, he was spoiled to the core, threw fits if he didn't get his way, and began to pick fights with and attack my own cats, making them nervous and somewhat territorial.
Well last night, this evil little piece of crap...
It attacked the sugar glider's cage, knocked it over, got ahold to her...
I tried so hard to save her. I was desperate. I finally forced his jaws open and although I did free her, my hand was bitten clean through by the beast. I picked up the glider and I swear to God, she grabbed my finger in her tiny little paw and just held on.
The internal damage was too much, of course, and she passed away just a few minutes later.
Now my hand is infected and our pet sugar glider's dead.
I have the worst "luck" in the world. Well, I blame myself for this because I'm the one who brought the damn cat home to begin with. I must be cursed.
Just ignore this. I just needed to say something about it.
Don't think I'm a dramaqueen or an attention whore. (I mean, starting another gloomy topic?) I just, y'know. Wanted to get it off my chest.
I swear it was like a nightmare. I kept wishing I'd wake up, but...
A few weeks ago I brought home this lost cat. Big orange critter, seemingly quite loveable, and still with a collar. I wanted to find its home...
Soon he proved that he was not the cute and cuddly creature he'd initially seemed to be, he was spoiled to the core, threw fits if he didn't get his way, and began to pick fights with and attack my own cats, making them nervous and somewhat territorial.
Well last night, this evil little piece of crap...
It attacked the sugar glider's cage, knocked it over, got ahold to her...
I tried so hard to save her. I was desperate. I finally forced his jaws open and although I did free her, my hand was bitten clean through by the beast. I picked up the glider and I swear to God, she grabbed my finger in her tiny little paw and just held on.
The internal damage was too much, of course, and she passed away just a few minutes later.
Now my hand is infected and our pet sugar glider's dead.
I have the worst "luck" in the world. Well, I blame myself for this because I'm the one who brought the damn cat home to begin with. I must be cursed.
Just ignore this. I just needed to say something about it.
Don't think I'm a dramaqueen or an attention whore. (I mean, starting another gloomy topic?) I just, y'know. Wanted to get it off my chest.