I had no idea what to write about.
I have bad luck with cats. Over half my lifetime we have had a total of five cats. The first one was technically my sisters cat so I really didn't care about it that much. Her name was Tiffany, and she was big and fluffy, but one day she ran away. Then after that we got Tyler and he was a pretty cool cat, but he wasn't exactly the brightest one. Like one morning he decided to play with one of the fishing poles in the garage, he ate the hook and got it stuck in his cheek. He had to go to the vet and get it taken out and he was fine. Until one day when he was walking outside and got smooshed by the garage door when it was closing. I was pretty sad about that one.
Then came cat number three, my favorite! His name was Psycho because he really was quite a crazy cat. Like whenever I would run down the hall if he was under the table he would pounce at my feet. He was an adventurous little cat, and he liked to bring things back with him. Like one day he brought back a baby rabbit. We built a cage for it, but two days later it died. Then two days later after that Psycho brought home another one, which again died. (I guess we don't have very good luck with rabbits either.) One morning Psycho brought home cat number four with him. She was extremely timid though and never let us get near her. All she did was eat the food we put out for her, sleep in our garage, and run away whenever we tried to get near her. Then not all that long after she showed up she stopped coming around our house, and I really don't know what happened to her, maybe she found her old home!
Then around that time we moved from Delaware to Virginia, and we knew that Psycho would run away and try to find his way home. This would be quite impossible seeing as how we were going states away, so we left him with people we knew in Delaware. I guess it was a good idea because when we visited them three months later Psycho seemed to be happily rummaging in the woods. This leads to cat number five. Her name was Spaz, I don't really remember why, but when we started calling her that it just kind of stuck. She was a nice cat, a good balance of indoor and outdoor cat. She would go outside and play in the woods killing moles and mice, but other times she would just curl up with you on the couch. My mom and I went on a trip for a few days one time, so we got the kids from up the street to put food out for her. A few days after we got back we realized that we hadn't seen her in a while, and a few days after that we noticed a terrible smell coming from the deck. When we investigated we found her dead under the deck. We don't really know what happened because the kids did come and feed her, so we don't really have any idea.
So over the span of nine years we went through five cats, so I'm going to guess we don't have very much luck with them. I guess it's a good thing I'm more of a dog person then.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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wow it really sounds like you are right... you dont have luck with cats :/.. that sucks
ReplyDeletei hate cats with a passion, because one attacked my dog and scratched it eyes. that was not cool, since it died later because of getting an infection in that eye.
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of my old cats, the way they bring back dead rabbits and such. i had a cat who was really old and we didn't want her anymore so we just left her at our old house when we moved
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