maddy

For those of you that don't know where i got my name from, i stole it from my cat that i grew up with. Madison/Maddy Meow . I got her when i was in 5th/6th grade. She was my aunt and uncle's cat. They had her for about a year and they had to get rid of her because she kept sleeping in my cousins crib. When i was visiting my family in Indiana, i convinced my mom and dad to let us keep her. We made the trip back with her in her carrier and she cried all the way. I just had a dog up until that point.
One day she got in a fight with the dog and ran out of the house. She was not an outdoor cat and freaked out. I ran to get her. She stopped. My dad yelled "pick her up" . I was young and didn't realize the consequences. So i picked her up and she hissed and bit my hand. Blood pouring everywhere, i some how got her in the house and made a trip to the hospital. i remember crying, not because it hurt physically but emotionally. So 2 days later my hand was so swollen that i couldn't see my knuckles. So i spent a week in the hospital and was under the threat of having my hand cut off. The infection eventually went away and i returned home. My dad wanted to put her asleep but i convinced him not to. So today i find out she has died (she lived with my dad and brother). I now look at my hand and see her 3 bite marks on my hand. I will always have something to remember her by, no matter how bad the circumstances.


R.I.P. Maddy









man i used to torture that poor cat.