Wigglez wrote:Just remember. The sword is an extension of your arm. Use it as if you're going to karate chop someone with your really long sharp ass hand.
Wigglez wrote:Just remember. The sword is an extension of your arm. Use it as if you're going to karate chop someone with your really long sharp ass hand.
Spike wrote:Sorry to hear about your cats... but why keep them outside? There's more harm that can be brought upon them being outside a house. Some areas or neighborhoods might not be a problem, but these days people seem more cruel.
Burn wrote:Going back 13 years ago we had the last cat that I grew up with put down. Something happened to him and he lost a lot of weight and became overly affectionate (both the opposite of what he was) and he clearly wasn't getting any better, so we decided to put him down. Like I said, he was the last of the two cats I grew up with. He was about 12 years old himself.
A few months after that I took my mother to the animal refuge just to see what cats they had, we had no intentions of getting another cat, it was a simple look and leave.
Unfortunately one cat had other ideas and the minute my mother got near this one little cat smooged and exploded with affection.
Of course we were only there for a look so we left without the cat. But mum and I both realised we'd been won over so a few days later we went back and got the cat. Good thing we did because someone else wanted her as well.
Turns out the cat put on the same song and dance for everyone that turned up. Should have been a sign then she was a smart cat.
So she came home, and we named her Tegan (after the companion from Dr Who) and for the next (nearly) 13 years she was part of our life.
Until today that is.
A couple of weeks ago she starting vanishing for a day or so, come home, have a feed and leave again. Each time she came home she was skinnier (obviously due to not eating) and had more and more scratches on her. We sort of got through to her and she started staying in the back yard and we'd take food down to her.
This morning I took food down to her and found a chunk of hair torn away.
So we made the decision, given her age, we opted to not let her suffer and had her put down.
Before we did, I went down and spoke to her, I poured my heart out to her about how much I loved her blah blah blah all through tears. And what did she do? Gave me a meow and then snobbed me in favour of the food!
Typical bloody cat. You pour your hearts out to them and they ignore you to think of themselves. I wouldn't have expected anything else from her though.
So she's gone now. She was a part of me life for nearly a third of my life. She was always there to talk to, always there to get a smooge from, and always there to keep my feet warm in winter.
Anyway, I posted a pic of her the other day, but here is Tegan and the boys
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v136/burnscrap/thekids.jpg
Only Benny the black and white nasty looking one remains (we nearly lost him last year to a tick) after Pembo vanished. We blame my bitch of a neighbour for arranging for his disappearance, probably only a matter of time now before Benny vanishes as well as she complained about him the other day.
*sigh* Bloody pets. They come into our lives and can leave just as quickly as another human. And they can have just as big of an impact on your heart as a human.
I'm really going to miss her.
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