When we adopted our sweet boy Merlin, there was a lady at the shelter who was somehow suffering under the impression that she was the one going to adopt him - to replace her previous cat who had been eaten by a coyote.
That bitch can rot in hell. Merlin is right now on the sofa next to me, napping, exactly seven years later, safe indoors from predators.
When we adopted our sweet boy Merlin, there was a lady at the shelter who was somehow suffering under the impression that she was the one going to adopt him - to replace her previous cat who had been eaten by a coyote.
That bitch can rot in hell. Merlin is right now on the sofa next to me, napping, exactly seven years later, safe indoors from predators.
I know it’s been a while but if you can send me a licence plate, I’ll slash their tires.
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Nope, outdoor cats, and she lived near a river/trail with frequent coyote sightings.
Don’t slash her tires. That’s wasteful. Slash her up, and feed her to the coyotes. They’re clearly hungry.
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