> Two cat neck stories... > > I had a crush on a girl in first grade that lived down the street from me.
Hey, yer supposed ta be in the cootie stage at that age. Not that I was, either.....
The grossest thing I ever encountered with our cats was at about age eight, I went to get my sleeping bag out of the closet - which was was not packed away, but thrown and piled in the floor of it, and the cats liked to lay in it. Well, you might guess what I found when I stuffed my hand into the mass of sleeping bag to haul it out. Big 'slush' of cattie doo.
Our cats were never stupid enough to swallow miscellaneous shit. The only 'elective' visits to the vet were for spaying and de-clawing their front paws.
Consider it high comedy....sincere tragedy....whatever...don't take it personally.
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