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Damn you, Murdercat.
Some time within the last hour, Murdercat climbed up on the sink and peed blood onto the hand towel hanging there. This was very considerate of him, putting it right where I would definitely notice it.
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Damn you, Andrew Hussie.
I was on the Barnes and Noble website and saw the word "Nook" and went "WHY WOULD YOU NAME YOUR PRODUCT THAT"
Oh, wait.
Have I been able to get murdercat into his box? No, I have not been able to get murdercat into his box. He just peed normal-looking pee on Mom's yoga mat, though! So maybe he's okay now?
Oh, wait.
Have I been able to get murdercat into his box? No, I have not been able to get murdercat into his box. He just peed normal-looking pee on Mom's yoga mat, though! So maybe he's okay now?
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why is pet ownership so hard
Terrible Neurotic Half-Feral Old Murdercat: *pees blood all over kitchen counter*
Me: OH SHIT
Me: HOW AM I GOING TO GET YOU IN A CARRIER CAT
Me: YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH, INCLUDING MY TOES, FREQUENTLY
*I shut him in a room, go find the dog-sized carrier, bring it in there, and go to get a towel. When I return, he is stepping daintily into the carrier. I shut the door behind him.*
Me: OH SHIT
Me: IT'S SATURDAY EVENING THE VET IS CLOSED
Me: *calls vet on her cell*
Me: *has the vet's cell number in her phone, obviously*
Vet: Calm down. Describe his behavior to me.
Me: HE TRIED TO DOUBLE KILL ME
Me: CLAWS AND TEETH ALIKE WERE UTILIZED
Me: SUBSEQUENTLY HE DID A BACKFLIP INTO THE SINK
Me: So yeah, he's acting normal, but I just noticed he peed blood in the shower, too. It formed a happy face, so I think he's making fun of me.
Vet: Yeah, probably, but it sounds like he's just got a UTI. Do you still have like a zillion antibiotics lying around from the rest of your diseased elderly menagerie? Try and get some of those into him and bring him in on Monday.
Me: Okay.
It's Monday now! I cannot find the goddamn cat. And when I do, there is no way that he is going to walk calmly into that fucking carrier a second time.
I need my Old Republic character to loan me her armor, or at least her mook.
Me: OH SHIT
Me: HOW AM I GOING TO GET YOU IN A CARRIER CAT
Me: YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH, INCLUDING MY TOES, FREQUENTLY
*I shut him in a room, go find the dog-sized carrier, bring it in there, and go to get a towel. When I return, he is stepping daintily into the carrier. I shut the door behind him.*
Me: OH SHIT
Me: IT'S SATURDAY EVENING THE VET IS CLOSED
Me: *calls vet on her cell*
Me: *has the vet's cell number in her phone, obviously*
Vet: Calm down. Describe his behavior to me.
Me: HE TRIED TO DOUBLE KILL ME
Me: CLAWS AND TEETH ALIKE WERE UTILIZED
Me: SUBSEQUENTLY HE DID A BACKFLIP INTO THE SINK
Me: So yeah, he's acting normal, but I just noticed he peed blood in the shower, too. It formed a happy face, so I think he's making fun of me.
Vet: Yeah, probably, but it sounds like he's just got a UTI. Do you still have like a zillion antibiotics lying around from the rest of your diseased elderly menagerie? Try and get some of those into him and bring him in on Monday.
Me: Okay.
It's Monday now! I cannot find the goddamn cat. And when I do, there is no way that he is going to walk calmly into that fucking carrier a second time.
I need my Old Republic character to loan me her armor, or at least her mook.