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You may notice that I got a haircut. I put my old picture here so that all of my fans will know that it is my blog, not a new cat's, It is still hot here in south Texas,. That is why I got ALL of my hairs cut (hehe). Thankfully, it is not very hot, or extremely hot. We will advance to just kinda hot in a month or two. Those are the four seasons in south Texas- Knda hot, hot, very hot, and extremely hot. That will be nice. On with the story
Today, I will tell you about my brother ZZ. He is named after the rock band that one of my neighbors plays in. He is or was a very good cat. He came to my house after he caught a ride in a car, without the driver of the two passengers noticing him. ZZ even played with the DOG he was so good.
Unfortunately, ZZ, having been born outside, did not want to stay in my house. When the door opened, he ran outside and did not come back to my house. He chose to stay close to a neighbor’s house, who fed him and let him live outside. She also fostered pets that did not have a forever home. He was very happy living outside.
The human that want to tell you about was NOT happy living outside of the human kennel. He was the opposite of ZZ, who got along with everyone. He was in the human kennel, supposedly for the rest of his life, for committing a heinous crime. I do not know what that means, but it probably involves dogs. They are bad!
Anyway, the human in his kennel did not think he would ever get out. He had borderline personality disorder. It is not what it sounds like. It means that his moods changed rapidly, and he could not get along with the other humans in their kennel. Because of this, he was put in the hospital at the human kennel to separate him from other humans, even though he was not physically ill. The humans decided that it was safe to let him out of the human kennel, even though he acted like he could not walk even though he could (like some other humans in their kennel) and said that he thought that he was having a heart attack or a stroke when he wasn’t. He did this often.
Because he was not ready to go back to his human life, after being in the human kennel for a long time (and had no visits from family for most of his time in the human kennel), the humans said that he would need to go to a “half-way house” first. It means that he would have two lives outside of the human kennel. One where he was watched closely, and one where he would be free to make his own decisions.
The humans at the half-way house decided to let him make some of his own decisions. THAT was a bad idea. It stressed him so much that he wanted to go back to the human kennel. When they would not take him back, he made bad decisions and died. Very sad. He could not think for himself, unlike a cat.
After that long story, I need to rest for a LONG time. This is CA.E. Kat, signing off. Join me tomorrow for another story about animals and humans in the human kennel.
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