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I feed two strays and have been for a while.

One is feral, never been loved, and the other was clearly abandoned.

Just the sweetest little guy.

Black and white tuxedo with a bob tail.

Little tiny nub of a tail,,, and when he’s happy he’ll wag it like a dog.

Back and forth little bob.

Maybe two inches.

Cutest fuckin thing.

Awesome demeanor, purrs and hangs around and truly appreciates.

Really really appreciates a human touch.

You can just tell, it’s the way he is.

Grateful for the food, grateful for the head scratches.

Then there’s neighbors with dogs, and I personally don’t think they deserve them.

They keep them chained, all day every day. You hear the saddest sounds coming from across the way…

They started getting loose.

And they fucked up my sweet stray.

I went to feed him,as always, and I noticed this little blood trail,, these drops of red and clear.

Since it’s not straight blood, I imagine it’s a wound healing.

But I inspected him, and I smell the infection.

I think it’s in the early stage.

The body is producing white blood cells and subsequently you get a puss.

A puss for a puss.

He has to go to the vet tomorrow.

I never asked for him to be here, but he just showed up. I knew right away.

“Someone left you behind”

Without a doubt,, he’s too good with people..

When I saw the wound under his back leg, passenger side, Options rushed through the head like they always do.

When presented with stress.

I could let it go,, let him suffer.

I could put him down, end the suffering ,

Or I could pony up some cheddar.

I couldn’t let him deal with it, I like him too much.

I wouldn’t kill him, the injury isn’t nearly severe enough to warrant the action.

But it’s starting to become infected.

And you can’t even really see it because of his thick fur and white belly.

Fuck that shit…

Not on my watch.

I commit 40 hours a week to earn.

I’ll spend to get you stitched up.

Because I love you.

And when I saw you hurting it invoked a response.

Nah,, we gonna get that right.

You’re too good of a cat.

Too much soul in you.

Too much interaction.

A winter on a heating pad..

Lovely fucking animal.

Love you buddy, we’re going to get it taken care of.

Have some tuna and rest safely in here while we wait for the vet to open.

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I’m so grateful when I feel things, even if I can’t do it for people.

When I inspected the wound ,,it’s like I was glad that I’ve been trapped in a capitalist system, like I was glad I’ve been paying this mortgage.

It felt like it was worth it.

Like all that bullshit I eat on the bad days was worth it.

Because I have the resources to intervene in this piss-ass situation.

Dogs off the leash, off the chain,,shitty dog owners.

They punctured wounded my little guy.

I’m gonna take care of him,then I’ll deal with you..

I had a brief flash of hurting them, maybe poisoning some food, but it was only a split second.

I would never.

It was just a reaction thought.

Just dogs being dogs..

I wish the vet was open right now,,

But it’s just 12 hours.

ANd I don’t think the injury is life threatening , the cat is still eating and drinking water, but his head feels hot.

His ears..

To me, that implies fever.

The gash might be infected or abscessed..

But that’s alright.

He’s got a lot of time left in him and he’s so worth it.

He’s got that special “thing”

Just a really good cat.

And I love him..

I never asked for him, he came to me.

But I don’t want him to hurt.

It really does hurt me.

And you can call me Faggot McCracker-Face, I don’t care,,don’t give two fucks,, Just wanna get my cat right.