Practically Animal Abuse

May 6, 2009 on 8:41 pm | In Anger, Hate | 5 Comments

You all seem to have forgotten something…

Millie Vanilli is one of my best friends. One of my very few and scarce friends. Derek and Mama both are in the spotlight this time, and I’m going to be merciless.

I don’t know how he did it, but he somehow plucked up the courage to tell me a story about him practically attacking Millie and nearly giving her a fatal fucking heart attack. So I’m pissed at him now, and I probably would’ve slapped him if I had been a little crazier. I don’t care what kind of excuses he can pull out of his ass about how he needs to ‘discipline’ her and teacher her what she’s not allowed to do. Hitting her as hard as possible with a fucking broom will kill her.

Derek and Mama both chase Millie around the kitchen with brooms and slippers and shit, and hit her and practically beat the crap out of her. I swear to fucking God, if you assholes kill one of my best friends, I will go fucking ballistic. I’m not kidding around anymore. If you kill my cat, I will kick your ass. I don’t care if your my parents and I shouldn’t hit you, and I don’t care if your bigger than me. I don’t care anymore; kill my cat and you will die.

You keep complaining about how she jumps on the counters. Well, you know what? If you idiots would rinse shit off once in a while and refill her water bowl, she wouldn’t have a reason to jump on the counters. She wouldn’t bother, because there would be no food for her to get. It’s not hard to figure out. You always come to me and tell me to do the dishes before you kill Millie. I’m not joking around anymore; say that to me again, and I will flip shit on you. I’m not afraid to bitch slap anyone who pisses me off.

Like I said earlier, if Millie dies at the hands of Mama or Derek, I’m going to go crazy. Just because she jumps on the counters doesn’t mean you need to attack her with a fucking broom, you assholes. She’s almost seventeen, isn’t she? That’s approximately 119 years old in cat years. Do you really think that her body will be able to handle being beaten all the damn time? Maybe she has a reason for always eating food. Maybe she’s SICK. Have you stopped to think about that? Maybe she has a bug, or a virus and she’s constantly eating because of it. Beating the crap out of her isn’t going to fix that. If you idiots would get a real fucking job instead of trying to make a living off a job that earns you about 2 cents every month, and maybe get some money together and take her for a check-up, we could FIX THIS PROBLEM.

Maybe that was mean of me to say; that you all have shitty jobs and need to work on getting something real to do. But I don’t care. I have never been so fucking pissed off at you guys in all my life. You’ve been treating Millie like shit, and I’m fucking sick of it. Leave my damn cat alone. I’m surprised she isn’t trying to run away.

I’m done. You can comment about it all you want and pull excuses out of your ass. I don’t care what you have to say; she’s my friend, and you’ve been hurting her.

5 Comments

  1. [...] about this whole issue, save for the moments when I actually say some. But seriously, Mom, Derek; Kimmie is right when she says (more or less) that you two are being way too rough on Millie, and you both [...]

    Pingback by My cat, Millie — May 6, 2009 #

  2. Just to set your story straight, we don’t beat her! We do chase her and scare her. We do usually get a good smack in when we can catch her by surprise. But most of the time we just scare her. We don’t hunt her. And trust me I take no enjoyment in having to chase her off the counters or play tug-of-war with her over what might just be your dinner. Two things to point out. 1) she knows she’s not supposed to be doing what she’s doing, a cat does not have the ability to be reasoned with, they need to be taught, unfortunately it sounds harsher than it really is. and 2) its not healthy for a cat to eat the processed food we humans eat, nor is it healthy for the cat to be on the counters or in the cupboard where we keep and prepare that food. Now that said, I think you need to take a good look at just who is the ones leaving the stuff on the counters and tables or does not wash off those counters and tables. It has nothing to do with whats in her water bowl or what may be on the counters. She has been getting into the cabinets. The other day she ate half a loaf of bread that she got out off the second shelf of the top cabinet. Why do you think we put a lock on it. More than once we’ve had to change our meal plans because she has taken the meat. Last night she had to be chased off to save the still hot pies. Now to address the sick part of your rant, I’m not a vet so I don’t know. But I do know that no one here has the money to pay for a vet to look at her. And as your mother has said more than once, if she wasn’t so old she would try harder to figure out a way. But she is that old and not to little bit of senile, blind, and hard of hearing to boot. So trust me, your blowing this way out of proportion. Spend some more time out side your room and you might know more about whats going on.

    Comment by MercenaryD — May 6, 2009 #

  3. You know. That sounded ridiculously spiteful, Derek. I recall you being 34 as opposed to 12. In the meantime, if you know that she’s senile, then what’s the point of punishing her if she’s just going to forget it two minutes. You totally just made your self a hypocrite, congratulations.

    And again, if you’re tired of playing tug-o-war with her, *cover up the dishes* There are plenty of different lids we have in the kitchen that Millie can’t budge, and there are plenty of ways that you can prevent her from eating up shit. Spend more time thinking things through and maybe you wouldn’t have this problem in the first place.

    Comment by G — May 6, 2009 #

  4. everyone is trying to make me the bad guy…

    Jeese… everyone is trying to make me the bad guy when dealing with the old cat.
    Yes at 19 shes an old lady. But she seems to have dementia and is mentally about 1 or 2, and is acting as if she was never really a house cat, but a street cat instea…

    Trackback by MercenaryD — May 6, 2009 #

  5. No one is making you out to be the bad guy, Derek. We’re trying to get our point across, and snapping at you is often the only way. Your stubborn about your ideas, and you often won’t give them up even if your proven wrong. Like Gina mentioned, if she has dementia, then instead of beating the tar out of her to get her to stop doing things when you KNOW that she’ll forget(unless you don’t know what dementia is), we should be working to make sure that she doesn’t have a reason to jump on the counters. Like, i don’t know, rinsing off the egg pan when your done using it, for example.

    Comment by Kim — May 7, 2009 #

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