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Originally posted by hopscotchOne cold, windy, rainy night in October a starving kitten was meowing at my window. he already had 5 cats, so I was hesitant, but had to rescue the little guy.
That is the saddest thing I have ever read.
He took him in, it was several days before he could keep food and water down. He finally regained his stength, and was well. We loved the little guy and call him
Mr. Scappy Doodle, and other names like Mr. Poopins. He developed an advanced eye problem. He had to have an eye removed, it took nearly 7 months of healing
and 4 follow up surgeries, but now he is our little Mister, and we love him.
Crap on a stick, you said sad, and I wound up heart warming. N/M 😞
Originally posted by Ice ColdTell us how much you paid the vet. That should be super sad!
One cold, windy, rainy night in October a starving kitten was meowing at my window. he already had 5 cats, so I was hesitant, but had to rescue the little guy.
He took him in, it was several days before he could keep food and water down. He finally regained his stength, and was well. We loved the little guy and call him
Mr. Scappy Doodle, and other ...[text shortened]... Mister, and we love him.
Crap on a stick, you said sad, and I wound up heart warming. N/M 😞
Originally posted by BlackampEven ardent romantic or family personal love is no stronger than a person's integrity. Genetic, geographic
"By the way, I'm often on the receiving end of 'negativity and criticism' from within the three generations of my own dear family ('three' includes my 91 years young Mom). Some results from my own clumsiness and stubborness. Some is not quite what you would call premeditated but rather spur of the moment initiatives. Why? Because I reject/detest subtle disl ...[text shortened]... n fault not in yourself, but in those who criticise you.
"no-one gets me".
and environmental advantages are by definition an unearned and undeserved gift. Integrity takes work.
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Originally posted by Ice ColdSometimes language (including honestly written public forum posts) communicates before it's even understood...
One cold, windy, rainy night in October a starving kitten was meowing at my window. he already had 5 cats, so I was hesitant, but had to rescue the little guy.
He took him in, it was several days before he could keep food and water down. He finally regained his stength, and was well. We loved the little guy and call him
Mr. Scappy Doodle, and other ...[text shortened]... Mister, and we love him.
Crap on a stick, you said sad, and I wound up heart warming. N/M 😞
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