Dé Luain, Meán Fómhair 06, 2010

My Parents Have a Cat

It is the son of my former cat Telly, very big for a housecat, about twenty pounds. Not fat just naturally big. Bulls-eye is his name. He likes to hunt rabbits out by the railroad tracks. Often he will bring them into the family home still half alive, several he abandoned in the kitchen. One he bit the head off of and disemboweled on the living room carpet. One he left mortally wounded in the kitchen for whatever reason. Bulls-eye went to lounge on the couch all purrfull and pet-like while the rabbit made a futilely struggled to a hiding place under the kitchen sink, bled to death there, and went undiscovered until my parents noticed the smell and the flies several days later. There are blood stains on the carpet in any odd number of places.

He's deathly afraid of thunderstorms and likes to be scratched behind the ears.

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