I am sitting in the dark well aware that I have brought this upon myself and yet cursing fate for having been put in this position again. I haven’t slept because someone is keeping me awake:
Let’s not kid anybody, this is one of the un-cutest kittens I have ever seen. Skanky, weak, and noisy. My sister and I fished him out of a rain gutter last night, where he nearly drowned in the torrent of rainwater flowing down the hill. He was shivering and weak with exhaustion. I wish I could be more positive but I don’t know if he’s old enough to make it without his mother, and he mewls when I let him go… So if he dies tonight, he will die in my arms and he will not die alone.
I made a joke about stir-frying a kitten the other day because it was a make believe kitten and anybody who knows me knows I really love animals and say that shit without meaning it. But I still feel guilty for writing those words now that I hold this sick ball of fur against my chest.
So now I am sitting in the dark fantasizing about somehow finding out who threw this kitten in the gutter and doing painful things to them. And I can honestly say, after having seen this kitten half-drowned, that I would enjoy it to some extent.
The way that Japanese treat their pets, overall, is fucking wrong. Knowledge is pitifully low, yet the numbers of pet owners seems to be ever-increasing. YO. ASSHOLES. IT IS FUCKING WRONG TO THROW UNWANTED PETS IN THE GUTTERS. SPAY AND NEUTER, SPAY AND NEUTER, WORDS TO LIVE BY, SPAY AND NEUTER.
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That’s a scaredy cat for sure! Thanks for your compassion and care of the wee black kitty. I hope it makes it and turns out to be an Oreo version of our crazed attack cat, Boo!
I had to read the follow up first… This post was so sad. How can anyone hurt a kitten?
Resonance
I recieved this story written by one of my Daiichi High School ichinensei (as an assignment of the VHS program in Kumamoto), and it reminded me of the cat that Justin and Merin rescued. The only differences are that the…
Resonance
I recieved this story written by one of my Daiichi High School ichinensei (as an assignment of the VHS program in Kumamoto), and it reminded me of the cat that Justin and Merin rescued. The only differences are that the…
I rescued Kittens from my work place, their mother left them and one of them died before I got a hold of them. The vet thinks it starved. Unfortunatly I lost two more of them leaving me with three. I worked my ass off to keep them alive. Lo and behold a few months later and a few brushes with death might I add, I had two healthy little balls of fur and one sick little grey scraggly rat cat. The scraggly rat cat is my baby that we kept, and because of his awful appearance when he was little my mother dubbed him Yoda. The name stuck. I busted my ass and worked hard to give him life. I’m proud to say that my efforts paid off wonderfully. I now have one of the sweetest affectionate kittens ever. I know he knows how hard My family and I worked to give him a chance. And given the chance any kitten will grasp life and take it over death. I hope that your Yoda is ok. But if he is not just know that he is in a better place and you gave him a chance. My thoughts and my Yoda’s thoughts are with you and yours… hope all is well…
Jill,
Thanks for your concern… Yoda survived and is currently living the good life back in the states. My sister took him home with her, as carry-on luggage!
Anyway, I rolled up all of Yoda’s posts into a single link, here:
http://www.cosmicbuddha.com/blog/archives/cat_yoda_the_kitten.html