I am infuriated because last night Buddy got shot in the ass by a bullet. How can this
happen in today's world that you can't even leave your pussy out for a stroll? My baby
came home wounded and we raced him down to the vet terrified that I would lose him by a
drive by shooting. I carried my baby in my arms while Tom drove and we cried all the way.
They were waiting for us and took my baby out of my arms and right into emergency to
evaluate the damage that could take his furry life away from momma.
I vowed to go to Congress for gun control even though we are members of the NRA and
keep weapons in our house. However, in this case as it eventually turned out the Humane
Society also has to step in to prohibit guns being sold to sick critters too.
After an hour in the waiting room they brought our baby out and luckily he only had a flesh
wound on his right ass cheek. They shaved my bugger and cleaned up all the blood from
the flesh wound and he had four small stitches which have to be removed in two weeks.
Brought Buddy home with antibiotics for any infection and that was when the police came
to interrogate Buddy for information about the shooting.
They wanted to know exactly where he was when he got shot and checked the area for any
evidence. Buddy only had a brief description of what he saw before he felt the bullet rip
into his tush and then ran straight home to momma.
They asked Buddy to come down to the police station the next day to help make a
composite sketch of the shooter and I told the cops that if my baby felt up to it I would bring
him down to the station myself. .Well, Buddy baby had a slight fever and I kept him home
and gave him his pills hidden in tuna fish which he gobbled up not even tasting the
medication, which broke his fever by the next day.
Took my baby down to the police station and he was there for a few hours. I do have to
give the police a lot of credit for the way they treated Buddy because they even gave him a
donut shaped pillow to sit on while going through snapshots in the "mug" book to see if his
shooter was in there.
Unfortunately, Buddy didn't recognize any of the photos and got very depressed.
I just held him tight and brought him home and vowed to always keep him safe from harm.
I got on line looking for a bullet proof coat for all my cats but none were available so I had
to drop that idea. Then the phone rang. The detectives were on their way over to
interview Buddy again and to talk to us.
About ten minutes later they arrived and I invited them in to talk to Buddy who was on the
couch in the den perched on three fluffy pillows to ease his pain. Actually the news was
terrific, the shell casing they found had prints on it and they ran them through the system
and got a match. Wonderful, I was so excited I wanted to know who it was and they
"stalled" on the answer to only ask Buddy more questions.
Do you know "PAWS MYGRAW"? It shocked me when Buddy said yes, he was the cat
two doors down that was after his girlfriend and he beat him up. Well Paws Mygraw went
through the phone book and hired "WHOSE YOUR DADDY" to take out Buddy to move
in on his girlfriend.
The police had "WHOSE YOUR DADDY" in custody and he rolled over on Paws Mygraw
---- which meant the case was solved and my little romeo Buddy was safe.
What a wonderful ending, we will be going to court to make sure they are both put away for
a long, long time.
Buddy's butt is healing and his hair is growing out, he promised me he would no longer
use any of the local "on line dating services" and stay off my computer.
By Cathy Gregor
Copyright 2006
happen in today's world that you can't even leave your pussy out for a stroll? My baby
came home wounded and we raced him down to the vet terrified that I would lose him by a
drive by shooting. I carried my baby in my arms while Tom drove and we cried all the way.
They were waiting for us and took my baby out of my arms and right into emergency to
evaluate the damage that could take his furry life away from momma.
I vowed to go to Congress for gun control even though we are members of the NRA and
keep weapons in our house. However, in this case as it eventually turned out the Humane
Society also has to step in to prohibit guns being sold to sick critters too.
After an hour in the waiting room they brought our baby out and luckily he only had a flesh
wound on his right ass cheek. They shaved my bugger and cleaned up all the blood from
the flesh wound and he had four small stitches which have to be removed in two weeks.
Brought Buddy home with antibiotics for any infection and that was when the police came
to interrogate Buddy for information about the shooting.
They wanted to know exactly where he was when he got shot and checked the area for any
evidence. Buddy only had a brief description of what he saw before he felt the bullet rip
into his tush and then ran straight home to momma.
They asked Buddy to come down to the police station the next day to help make a
composite sketch of the shooter and I told the cops that if my baby felt up to it I would bring
him down to the station myself. .Well, Buddy baby had a slight fever and I kept him home
and gave him his pills hidden in tuna fish which he gobbled up not even tasting the
medication, which broke his fever by the next day.
Took my baby down to the police station and he was there for a few hours. I do have to
give the police a lot of credit for the way they treated Buddy because they even gave him a
donut shaped pillow to sit on while going through snapshots in the "mug" book to see if his
shooter was in there.
Unfortunately, Buddy didn't recognize any of the photos and got very depressed.
I just held him tight and brought him home and vowed to always keep him safe from harm.
I got on line looking for a bullet proof coat for all my cats but none were available so I had
to drop that idea. Then the phone rang. The detectives were on their way over to
interview Buddy again and to talk to us.
About ten minutes later they arrived and I invited them in to talk to Buddy who was on the
couch in the den perched on three fluffy pillows to ease his pain. Actually the news was
terrific, the shell casing they found had prints on it and they ran them through the system
and got a match. Wonderful, I was so excited I wanted to know who it was and they
"stalled" on the answer to only ask Buddy more questions.
Do you know "PAWS MYGRAW"? It shocked me when Buddy said yes, he was the cat
two doors down that was after his girlfriend and he beat him up. Well Paws Mygraw went
through the phone book and hired "WHOSE YOUR DADDY" to take out Buddy to move
in on his girlfriend.
The police had "WHOSE YOUR DADDY" in custody and he rolled over on Paws Mygraw
---- which meant the case was solved and my little romeo Buddy was safe.
What a wonderful ending, we will be going to court to make sure they are both put away for
a long, long time.
Buddy's butt is healing and his hair is growing out, he promised me he would no longer
use any of the local "on line dating services" and stay off my computer.
By Cathy Gregor
Copyright 2006
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