Good Old Hobbes

Well this stately fellow is feeling a bit better these days.

A few weeks ago, he had a nasty run in with the bad side of life.  Imagine this big, old, friendly kitty trotting down the sidewalk when he comes up on a man standing on the side of the street.  He walks up to the guy and lets the man pet him.

Sounds innocent enough…right?

Sure, till the guy grabs him and throws him in his creepy dog-catcher pen and drives away with him!! I get a call after 2 days to find that my poor boy has been in cat jail for 48 hours!!! He’s chipped so they could have called me sooner–but they didn’t.

There had been no complaint filed. The guy just picked him up– because he could and tramatized my poor boy for two days.

When I got him back he hid in the basement till the next morning and growled and hissed at everyone for a week. He has been a very different guy.

I’D like to growl at a few people right now.  I have no earthly idea what they did to this guy, but it wasn’t good and it makes me sooooo mad. I actually had to pay to get him out of prison. How VERY DARE they torture my friendly cat and return him to me so sad and damaged?!!

I’m sure I’ll calm down at some point, but for now I believe I will call the Mayor. Don’t worry–he’s my neighbor. I’d like to file a complaint.

Mean people should never be in charge of frightened animals.

Rant over….

or possibly just paused.

We’ll see.

Grrrr.