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Anyone want a free diabetic cat?

 
 
Green Witch
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 04:46 pm
I think Sweet Thistle Pie was the only newbie not accused of being Kicky and NOT hit on by Gus.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 05:35 pm
So I just got a call from a lady who takes in special needs cats. It sounds like she's got a big place with about thirty cats. She said if I give him to her, she will guarantee that he won't be euthenized, and that he will live out the rest of his days there.

The only problem is, it's going to cost me fifteen hundred dollars. Yep, you heard me right, that's the price of admission at the Furry Love Kitty Kat Farm.

That's a lot of money. Maybe I'll just kill him instead.
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gustavratzenhofer
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 05:53 pm
I'll take the damn thing for 1400.00. Save yourself a hundred bucks.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 05:54 pm
Yes, but will you guarantee that he will live out his days in peace and tranquility among the Capybaras of the swamp?
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Stray Cat
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 06:58 pm
Well, Sweet Thistle PieĀ….I can relate to this. I had a pet cat several years ago. When I left home, he came with me.

When he was 13, he suddenly got very sick one day. He didn't have diabetes, to be honest, I can't recall offhand exactly what it was he had. Just that he was very sick.

Of course, I took him to the vet, and they had to keep him for a couple of days to do some tests. I went home and cried. I just knew the vet was going to call me and tell me it was time to put him down. I knew because I knew my cat so well, and I had never seen him so sick. I just knew it was time.

Instead, the vet called me and talked me into letting them do an operation. It cost me five hundred dollars. But I would've gladly paid that, if it would've made my cat well again.

But it didn't. My cat slowly went downhill for the next six months. He had the same problem as your cat, with his legs sliding out from under him, making it difficult for him to use his litter box properly. Yes, it was a mess. I can sooo relate!

I also had to keep giving him medication. Not anything as expensive as insulin, but still.

The point is, he was never really well again. His quality of life was poor. The bottom line is, it only prolonged my cat's - and my - suffering.

Eventually, the vet conceded that it was time to put him down. Thanks, buddy! That was the decision we should've made in the first place.

Ever since that experience, I vowed to myself that if I ever got another pet - and their time comes - I'm going to follow my gut instinct. No matter what anyone else says.

The thing is, I believe that pets are sorta like kids. No one knows your kid (or pet) like you do.

So just do whatever you think is best for your cat - and you, kicky. Don't feel guilty. No one loves your cat like you do, and no one is going to have his best interests at heart the way you will.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 07:07 pm
Thanks Stray Cat. I appreciate that very much.

It's a tough thing. I guess littlek has the same thing going on with her dog.

Man, what is it around here with the sick pets?
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Stray Cat
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 07:17 pm
Yes, I know it's tough. People who don't own pets undervalue them and don't understand. They really do become a member of the family.

I remember the day I took my cat to have him put down. I was holding him and looking out the window. Across the street, there was a light on outside someone's house.

When I came back, I looked out the window again. I noticed the light across the street was still on. It seemed as if nothing had changed, except the sunlight was a little brighter....and my cat was gone....

Give my love to your little fella.
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littlek
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 09:18 pm
What in reintarnation is going on around here??!
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littlek
 
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Reply Mon 28 Aug, 2006 09:37 pm
Kicky, the clumps go away, eventually. You can find a home for Rocky without paying 1500. Sorry about your plans.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 09:21 am
Holy ****, check this out. I can't believe this response that I just got from one of the animal shelters I e-mailed about Rocky.

This is the e-mail I sent them:


I was wondering if you could give me some information about your shelter. Do you take special needs pets? My cat is about eleven years old, and he was just diagnosed with diabetes. He is a great cat though, very easy-going and lovable. I just wondered if you could give me more details on how this all works, since I'm new to it all. Does it usually take a long time for special needs cats to be adopted? Can you give me any guess as to how long it would take? How much would it cost me to have you take him for me?

Thanks.

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And this is the response I got from one of their "adoption counselors."


"YOU cannot take care of the cat who has lived with you all his life and
you EXPECT a stranger, not only to monitor his condition but to adopt and
love him!!!

Firstly, moving at this age will no doubt throw this cat into a severe attack from which he will not recover.

Secondly - if he has provided you with love and companionship for all
those years why can't you return the love and compassion?

What a selfish human being you must be - I seriously hope you too find yourself alone when you become ill.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Do you believe this ****? Should I rip this person a new a-hole, or what? I believe a vicious retaliation, containing vulgarities and hateful personal epithets is definitely in order.
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Region Philbis
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 10:09 am
i would not wanna run into that 'counselor' in a deserted alley at 2:00am...
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Green Witch
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 10:15 am
Actually Mr. Can I'm not surprised at the reaction - harsh as it may be. The people I've known who run honorable animal shelters seem to have excessive amounts of compassion and would be shocked at you abandoning a pet at this time in it's life. Many of these people would starve before letting their animals go hungry and forgo their own medications to make sure their beloved animals got what they might need So don't engage in angry letter writing, just dismiss it as a case of each you being unable to relate to the values of the other.

I personally think it would be kinder to put the animal down instead of subjecting it to the shock and stress of separation, time in a cage and only a small chance of getting a new home.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 02:33 pm
Well I personally think he or she is a presumptuous nutbag, and I'm definitely going to let him/her know that. He/she gave me her thoughts on the matter, and now I'm going to send him/her MY thoughts.
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Region Philbis
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 02:54 pm
< gettin' some popcorn heated up >
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Tico
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 06:01 pm
Definitely uncalled for, Kickycan. In the interest of helping you frame a reply, I offer this:

Quote:
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have to us who think and reason? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh.

You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed , drooling meatslapper. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half-baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective.

True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out. On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it.

Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.

You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious and defamatory to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame.

You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you. You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet.

I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I wretch at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. On a good day you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystrophic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, and socially-retarded.

Shut up and go away lest you achieve the physical retribution your behaviour merits.

Thank you for your kind attention to and expected cooperation in this matter.


A little something farmerman (I think) posted once, to which I dip into when writing to some people. Twisted Evil
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cyphercat
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 06:21 pm
Green Witch, that was a very good post..."Each of you being unable to relate to the values of the other" -- well said; just what I would have liked to say, but much more succinct than I ever manage to be. Smile
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 06:26 pm
Wow, Tico, there is definitely some good stuff in that letter.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 07:17 pm
I decided that simple insults wouldn't really get under this person's skin the way I want to. Therefore, I've decided that it's his/her love of cats that I will attack.

Here's what I sent.

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Wow, that was a great e-mail you sent me. I e-mailed a bunch of shelters, but with that sensitive and heartfelt response, you just won the lottery, stupid!

I have decided to put my cat in a bag, slam it against the wall a bunch of times until he is a nice bloody pulp, and then slice off bloody mashed-up pieces of him to send to you every week

Congratulations! You've won, moron!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That outta make his/her f*cking head just about explode. Assh*le.
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ossobuco
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 07:27 pm
Issues, he's got issues.

Plus, I think that great diatribe was from Timber originally, though I could be wrong.

I know kick loves his cat and feels trapped, it would circumscribe his life hugely, though I bet if anyone can help work it out, he'd listen.

littlek has been doing it ad infinitum, but her job wasn't the same.

In my case, when Pacco gets very ill, I will not be able to pay for the care, period.

We are not all evil.

On the situation with the 1500. person, that may make sense re money as drugs add up. However, I wonder about the place and it's presence in whatever city, and its potential for being closed down if too many animals. I'd certainly visit first.

I can only assume you've checked with your family, Kicky. So, moving along,

any possiblilty of hiring someone sweet to shoot the cat at the right time?
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kickycan
 
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Reply Tue 29 Aug, 2006 07:34 pm
Osso, thanks for that. You just reminded me of some small bit of hope that I got earlier tonight. My dad told me he's going to try to work on my aunt, who has a couple cats already that need medication of some kind. It's a huge longshot, but man, if I could get her to take him, it would take such a huge weight off my mind. Please, dad, work your magic!
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