I have a cat. His name is Stinky McTrashy.com. I found him on the street 4 years ago. He was just weened and his mother had abandoned him. I took him home in a cardboard box. He proceeded to "make stinky" all over the box. He hates me, maybe that's harsh. He doesn't care about you, me or anyone except for BlahBlahBlah, the other cat, who he likes to rape, she likes it, being the Anna Nicole Smith of the cat world, that she is. The evening before last he started to make some awful barking meows. He hid from me for a few hours, then he seemed better yesterday, then took a turn for the worse. I had to rush him to the hospital this evening. Some kind of kidney stone type situation, blocking his urine, common in males, but severe and an emergency. I had to drop almost $2,000 on this ungrateful thing. Lucky he's a nice looking cat, cause his personality sucks. He is really beautiful now though. He is tall and long, all black, agile and slinky. He is what you imagine to be the black cat that crosses your path. This is the second time in his life that I have saved him, he still couldn't care less if I was alive or not. It is friday the 13th. Funny that way.
Posted 10:23 PM by J.Ro