man vs cat
a few days ago i noticed the cat had a little patch of fur missing from his chest, and the skin was a little red. then it got worse and the skin was kinda scabby so my brother brought him to the vet yesterday.
i think steve irwin had lesser difficulty in wrangling crocodiles than we had with trying to get the cat into the basket. that little fucker was twisting and turning and struggling like we were gonna cook him.
when they came back, the cat went slinking about the place, obviously had the shit scared outta him at the vet. my brother said the cat just sat on the table quietly and allowed the vet to examine him. definitely was scared shitless there.
at night, we had to feed him some medicine through a syringe, and it was yet another steve irwin moment. we decided the best way to subdue him was for my to wrap him in a blacket while my sister fed him the medicine.
good idea in theory, but in practice it was a different story which gave me more respect for steve irwin (RIP) and other animal-guys.
wrapping him in the blanket prevented the use of his claws and limbs, but it turned him into a sort of gigantic fat worm that wriggled and struggled, twisted and turned, hissed and meowed, and was one hell of a struggle trying to contain.
in the end he lashed out with the only weapon he had left - his teeth - and bit my hand. we figured that the task at hand was way too dangerous and gave up soon after. we'd probably have more success wrangling a crocodile than this damn cat.
i think steve irwin had lesser difficulty in wrangling crocodiles than we had with trying to get the cat into the basket. that little fucker was twisting and turning and struggling like we were gonna cook him.
when they came back, the cat went slinking about the place, obviously had the shit scared outta him at the vet. my brother said the cat just sat on the table quietly and allowed the vet to examine him. definitely was scared shitless there.
at night, we had to feed him some medicine through a syringe, and it was yet another steve irwin moment. we decided the best way to subdue him was for my to wrap him in a blacket while my sister fed him the medicine.
good idea in theory, but in practice it was a different story which gave me more respect for steve irwin (RIP) and other animal-guys.
wrapping him in the blanket prevented the use of his claws and limbs, but it turned him into a sort of gigantic fat worm that wriggled and struggled, twisted and turned, hissed and meowed, and was one hell of a struggle trying to contain.
in the end he lashed out with the only weapon he had left - his teeth - and bit my hand. we figured that the task at hand was way too dangerous and gave up soon after. we'd probably have more success wrangling a crocodile than this damn cat.
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