My cat almost died.

Let me tell you this; this cat is the ugliest thing you will ever see in your life.

You know that Stephen King movie, Pet Semetery? He looks like Church. After he died. This cat has some problems. He really old and sun bleached, and has no bottom teeth. He even drools. All the time.

He looks dead. His name is Fatcat.



Okay, not that ugly. But still.

Anyway, I haven't slept yet. So I was a bit zoned out when I was feeding the cats. Fatcat jumped up on the railing with me. I live in a two story house, with a large balcony that over hangs the driveway. So it's a long fall.

Well, in attempt to jump over me and get to the food he slipped. Like falling off slip. He didn't fall, so don't worry. Instead of grabbing the railing; he took a good hold of my hand. With his claws.

WITH HIS CLAWS!

Damn did it hurt. I take him with my good hand and pull him up. Saving is ugly as* from death. Yes, he would have died. He's too old and doesn't fall on his four legs anymore. The cat is sat down, and he just stares at me. All I can say is,

"You are stupid."

Fatcat just blinks at me. He must have been very hungry because he dunked his head in the food and startled gobbling it down. Piggy. I still have the claw marks. They sting.

Oh well. He's okay, no harm. He got eat.

Take a look at this new girl thingy?

Psychotic Secrets..

You don't have to comment, unless you really want to.