Posted June 10, 2016
Damn, feck! My sweet orange tabby baby, today got mixed in a catfight! Returned home bleeding, wounded and when i handled him, he jumped in pain when i touched his legs and tail. You have a cuddling, loving creature, you raise it as your own child for months, you care for it, feed it, use it as a pillow while sleeping together at night, then some random bastard street cat gang wrecks the little angel! Suddenly, i feel the urge to practice shooting on live targets, instead of the shooting range.
Post edited June 10, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7