Yeah, he looks like he’s been tortured. Full coat, nice and fat...and he’s in what appears to be a veterinarian’s office. Obviously no one cares about him.
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I knew a mean/wild cat in college, a big, old black tom. We called him `Frankencat’.
He would come around in the evening for scraps, then head out to fight and ****.
You couldn’t get near him. His ears were notched, he had scars all over, big clumps of hair missing. Someone had managed to sew a button over an empty eye socket.
Now that was a mean cat. I think a meaner dog finally killed him.