The Most Horrible X-Mas Ever, and it just keeps on giving.
O sure, that might have been the title for some cartoon. But o the truth of it, the gravity of it is so profound.
I shall spare you the horror of the details of my horrible time with my horrible family. Suffice it to say that I am incredibly detached from this family.
Besides my family, my internet service was confiscated for a week because I'm bad about dealing with the mail. I braved ice on the road to pay them but they were closed. I hate my service provider.
But there was more. This is where it gets gross and there ought be a disclaimer for the squeamish.
Yesterday my cat and I were laying on my bed and she kept moving around. I sort of pushed her, gently and playfully as though to say, "sit the fuck down already!" and my hand came away wet.
And it smelled bad, not urine bad, but something else entirely.
I washed my hand and put her outside thinking it was a scratch or something that had become infected, but now that it was open she would clean it in her own way and life would be swell again.
A few hours later when I brought her in to eat, I saw that her fur was still all sticky with the ick. So I took her into the bath to clean her off.
To my grave horror, I found that the source of the pus was not a scratch but a hole. A HOLE! ON HER SHOULDER! a fucking hole. And it was infected.
If ever there was a reason to find religion, it was that stink. Nothing could possibly smell worse. But then I figured that no supernatural being could possibly allow for such a fucking terror as that stink. So I found proof that there is no supreme being, it was the smell of death, and it was coming from a hole in my cat's shoulder.
So I cleaned out a mess of horrible pus from this hole in my cat's shoulder. And all the while I'm explaining to myself why it wasn't found sooner. And I know why, but like I said above, I shall spare the details of this idiot family.
This morning I cleaned the wound again. This evening I cleaned the wound again.
O, but this is The Most Horrible X-Mas Ever, and it just keeps on giving!!
This evening I found a second hole. Just an inch away from the first and hidden under pus matted fur.
I feel sick.
I am mad at myself. I am mad at that idiot woman.
I am worried about my cat.
O sure, that might have been the title for some cartoon. But o the truth of it, the gravity of it is so profound.
I shall spare you the horror of the details of my horrible time with my horrible family. Suffice it to say that I am incredibly detached from this family.
Besides my family, my internet service was confiscated for a week because I'm bad about dealing with the mail. I braved ice on the road to pay them but they were closed. I hate my service provider.
But there was more. This is where it gets gross and there ought be a disclaimer for the squeamish.
Yesterday my cat and I were laying on my bed and she kept moving around. I sort of pushed her, gently and playfully as though to say, "sit the fuck down already!" and my hand came away wet.
And it smelled bad, not urine bad, but something else entirely.
I washed my hand and put her outside thinking it was a scratch or something that had become infected, but now that it was open she would clean it in her own way and life would be swell again.
A few hours later when I brought her in to eat, I saw that her fur was still all sticky with the ick. So I took her into the bath to clean her off.
To my grave horror, I found that the source of the pus was not a scratch but a hole. A HOLE! ON HER SHOULDER! a fucking hole. And it was infected.
If ever there was a reason to find religion, it was that stink. Nothing could possibly smell worse. But then I figured that no supernatural being could possibly allow for such a fucking terror as that stink. So I found proof that there is no supreme being, it was the smell of death, and it was coming from a hole in my cat's shoulder.
So I cleaned out a mess of horrible pus from this hole in my cat's shoulder. And all the while I'm explaining to myself why it wasn't found sooner. And I know why, but like I said above, I shall spare the details of this idiot family.
This morning I cleaned the wound again. This evening I cleaned the wound again.
O, but this is The Most Horrible X-Mas Ever, and it just keeps on giving!!
This evening I found a second hole. Just an inch away from the first and hidden under pus matted fur.
I feel sick.
I am mad at myself. I am mad at that idiot woman.
I am worried about my cat.
later,
sean