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<blockquote data-quote="72MachOne99GT" data-source="post: 16313694" data-attributes="member: 125600"><p>I used to like cats. </p><p></p><p>Then my wife adopted two pieces of shit from the shelter shortly after we were married. They were worthless pieces of garbage that she named Hoops and YoYo. Those names stuck for a week before they became Orange Cat and Deaf Cat.</p><p></p><p>Orange Cat, the long haired ****, disappeared when we left town and moved into the country and she let him become and inside and outside cat. (This woman has a Masters in Nursing but didnt think this would end poorly for the cat??)</p><p></p><p>Deaf Cat, has been puking daily in my house for about 9 years now. It’s deaf, retarded, and serves no purpose. It pukes in my pool table, and I imagine has been per by a member of my family once in the last 3 weeks because it hides everywhere.</p><p></p><p>Mr Lovey, the adopted male cat that my wife thought would make a good inside outside cat is no longer with us. After eating my spaghetti while I was cleaning a shart, and being renamed Mr ****Face (even my wife and 6 year old called him Mr FF), he started shittinf EVERYWHERE in my basement while I was out of town after work. After the second incident, he took a ride down the road and got dropped off at someones barn.</p><p></p><p>All was good until my brothers fiance (in her infinite wisdom) asked my wife if the cat she saw under the chair (deaf cat) was the cat i took for a ride. Needless to say, that put a dent in the marriage for awhile.</p><p></p><p>Anyways. We have 20+ cats in the barn, and that’s after losing probably 10-12 to raccoon slaughter/dismemberment over the summer. </p><p></p><p>Sorry to thread-jack.</p><p></p><p>Name them whatever the **** you want. They won’t know the difference. They’re cats.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="72MachOne99GT, post: 16313694, member: 125600"] I used to like cats. Then my wife adopted two pieces of shit from the shelter shortly after we were married. They were worthless pieces of garbage that she named Hoops and YoYo. Those names stuck for a week before they became Orange Cat and Deaf Cat. Orange Cat, the long haired ****, disappeared when we left town and moved into the country and she let him become and inside and outside cat. (This woman has a Masters in Nursing but didnt think this would end poorly for the cat??) Deaf Cat, has been puking daily in my house for about 9 years now. It’s deaf, retarded, and serves no purpose. It pukes in my pool table, and I imagine has been per by a member of my family once in the last 3 weeks because it hides everywhere. Mr Lovey, the adopted male cat that my wife thought would make a good inside outside cat is no longer with us. After eating my spaghetti while I was cleaning a shart, and being renamed Mr ****Face (even my wife and 6 year old called him Mr FF), he started shittinf EVERYWHERE in my basement while I was out of town after work. After the second incident, he took a ride down the road and got dropped off at someones barn. All was good until my brothers fiance (in her infinite wisdom) asked my wife if the cat she saw under the chair (deaf cat) was the cat i took for a ride. Needless to say, that put a dent in the marriage for awhile. Anyways. We have 20+ cats in the barn, and that’s after losing probably 10-12 to raccoon slaughter/dismemberment over the summer. Sorry to thread-jack. Name them whatever the **** you want. They won’t know the difference. They’re cats. [/QUOTE]
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