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You are pessimistic.
Tom (dad named him... dad was not original, dogs were Spot, cats were Tom), 1968, stray cat gets ass kicked by squirrel, loses right eye and a fair chunk of skull.
Dad pays for vet, feeling brotherly, Dad being blind in right eye and all after a bad fight. Tom lived until .... 1979.
Tom would laugh. And avoid you.
/johnny
> Tom would laugh. And avoid you.
Tom would have avoided me for other reasons: I’m a dog person with very little time or patience for cats. I don’t like to see them cruelly treated, but equally I see them as little better than large rodents with sharp teeth and claws. A bit like possums, only cuddly.