02-26-2004, 05:20 AM
well, this is a story related to me by my mother after the fact. now, this cat, named sara, was found by our dog ricky (black lab) and brought home. we live out in the middle of the country and assholes just dump cats and kittens out there. then we have about thirty wildcats roaming around, terrorizing, etc. have to put them down.. anyways... right from the start, before she could even walk, she was a little bundle of fury. we go over to see what it was that ricky had, and it's all black and furry... and hissing. so we sponged it off ('twas covered in mud) and put it in a box, from which it promptly escaped. ever heard of a tortoise-shell type cat? meaner. than. shit. anyways, past the background info, to the story.
One day, Sara (as we named her), was upstairs meowing. usually, she and my mom just sit up there and watch tv or something. however, mom was busily cooking dinner. so sara's just meowing away, calling mom, and mom's meowing back or something. anyways, the little pissant flies down the stairs, latches onto my mom's ankle, bites the shit out of it, then runs back upstairs before my mom can evn turn around. hell hath no fury like sara scorned.
One day, Sara (as we named her), was upstairs meowing. usually, she and my mom just sit up there and watch tv or something. however, mom was busily cooking dinner. so sara's just meowing away, calling mom, and mom's meowing back or something. anyways, the little pissant flies down the stairs, latches onto my mom's ankle, bites the shit out of it, then runs back upstairs before my mom can evn turn around. hell hath no fury like sara scorned.