My kitten, Dickie Gimp Panther, is so cute on his three legs. My former neighbors tried to kill him but were unsuccessful. They only succeeded in making him a gimp. The car was fast, but not fast enough. He was clipped and a bone or three were fractured or broken, he disappeared for a couple of days when it happened, I thought he was dead, but he came back in full gimp.
Dickie Gimp Panther doesn’t whine or complain that he lost the use of one of his back legs. He has taught himself to move about on the other three. He’s a champ, he was born to be in my family.
DGP is black. My other cat, Anakin, is white. I believe Anakin was a serial killer with a penchant for rape, in his former life. He is beautiful, but one of the most unfriendly creatures you would ever want to meet. He hates being touched or petted and if you look him in his eyes for too long, in the middle of the night, he will attack.
Anakin never wants to stay inside, unless it’s really hot or really cold outside. When he goes outside, we have no idea where he goes. He always comes home, though, and usually with presents. Many times I have heard the screams and cries of all manner of small woodland creatures, like birds, frogs, squirrels and even a baby bunny, at my doorstep. Anakin brings them home to torture mercilessly, before finally killing them. He enjoys sadistic brutality.
I have never been able to save any of the creatures from Anakin’s cruelty, except for the bunny, who was so cute. I ended up killing the bunny, myself, accidentally. I choked him with baby formula.
He died in my hands.
I still feel guilty about that. I don’t know why because, evidently, the bunny was fated to meet it’s maker.
Anakin didn’t speak to me for days after I wrestled the bunny away from him, and he never brought another animal home to torture after I took his bunny.
He just brings them home dead.