I’ve got an elderly cat that became my responsibility through… circumstances.
He’s a lot of work. He has zero personality or charisma. Worst of all, he harasses me for wet food his whole waking existence. Food motivated is not the word, it’s the only thing he knows, or cares about.
I’m not going to be sad when he dies.
My mother’s fucking feral cat.
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Yeah, it flipped out about 5 min before this pic and the hand is all bite-marks. Yeah, I’ve had cats all my life; even pure siamese cats, with nary a worry. We went directly to the A&E from there, and a quick few hours later got some “lift off and nuke it from orbit” kind of antibiotics and antiprotozoans; and while I was aggressively ill for about a day from the meds to save my ballooning hand from the bone-deep punctures laden with bacteria and protozoa, I’m all good now but for the permanent scars to my hand, wrists and soul.
Fucking cat. And I love cats, but that fucking cat.