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March 4, 1998
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I pulled into the parking lot of the shelter, opened the car door, turned and reached for my half finished coffee to carry in with me and suddenly there was a bull terrier with its head in my lap trying to climb into my car. It begged for my coffee, followed me to the door, and tried to sneak in to the shelter. OK, so I can sort of see why Mackey would would want to break in to the shelter. After all, we have catnip there and Mackey is a cat. But a bull terrier? Why would a bull terrier want to break into the cat shelter? I asked Dawna about him and she said he belongs to one of the vet techs who works at Coastal Animal Clinic downstairs. He doesn't think he's a cat or anything, he's just really really friendly. Wish Pumpkin was that friendly. She bit me. I was almost done for the day and as I passed close to her spot on top of the barrel of litter, instead of hissing and swiping at me she rolled over and rubbed her chin against my hand with that "pet me, pet me, please pet me" kind of urgency, so I did. Bad move. After about 2 seconds, she shrieked like a banshee and chomped on my hand like it was a steak sandwich. Ouch! Thank goodness we have a first aid kit now so I could disinfect and bandage it right away. It's my own darn fault, I fell for her "I'm really cute and want you to pet me" routine. She probably caught sight of another cat while I was petting her. In her view, the world would be a perfect place if Pumpkin were the only cat in it. | |
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