Lesson No. 1 – Don’t Bite the Hand that Feeds You
This morning I went to pet Rusty and he viciously attacked me – and then I had to try to get him in the cat kennel to take him to the vet and he basically ripped my arms and hands to shreds (and I was wearing heavy duty gloves and polar fleece). So when I finally got him in the cat carrier, I took him right downstairs and walked across the street to the field across from the Can where the deserted hospital is – and I opened the cage and set the mother fucker free.
Adios, good riddance, I don’t need any assholes in my life.