Gone, Gone, Gone
Eliot, a.k.a. Kittylicious, a.k.a. Ghostface Killa (and my mom left me a charming message the other day calling him Ghost Killa, which makes him sound a little like a Ghostbuster) is finally gone. I dropped him off at the SPCA today, after yesterday's failed attempt.
And it turns out that being a biter and breaking skin the way he does, I was definitely right in giving him up, because he's a health hazard. And dangerous. Still so cute, but I've been very turned off to cats by this experience.
Maybe someday I'll adopt a nice cat, though. One who doesn't try to tear my legs off every moment of every day.
And it turns out that being a biter and breaking skin the way he does, I was definitely right in giving him up, because he's a health hazard. And dangerous. Still so cute, but I've been very turned off to cats by this experience.
Maybe someday I'll adopt a nice cat, though. One who doesn't try to tear my legs off every moment of every day.
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posted by juxtaposer at 12:26 PM
3 Comments:
John doesn't bite, is cute and is available for adoption. Give me a call and make an offer.
Seriously, I am sorry that you had to do this.
His name is The Pon, and he would probably come willingly, free of charge. I'm not a sucker.
Try a chicken
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