seriously, fuck all that, that cat should be KING of that shitty town, give him a parade and errythang, that dog acts like a lil bitch (which it just may be) and everyone's treatin the cat likes hes Frankenstein.
man i can't even begin to tell stories about my O.G. cat Miss Priss. Bitch was a gangsta ass cat. All she fought was dogs, other cats just bowed down to her. But she finally met her match and dog eventually ended up killin her. (R.I.P.) Old age got the best of her. She was on this earth for 20 years.....whats that in cat years?
I used to put her in Crab nets and spin her around hella fast...shit was funny. But as soon as you put her down, your ass better run like flash.
man i can't even begin to tell stories about my O.G. cat Miss Priss. Bitch was a gangsta ass cat. All she fought was dogs, other cats just bowed down to her. But she finally met her match and dog eventually ended up killin her. (R.I.P.) Old age got the best of her. She was on this earth for 20 years.....whats that in cat years?
I used to put her in Crab nets and spin her around hella fast...shit was funny. But as soon as you put her down, your ass better run like flash.
I think its because I wrestled with her as a kitten. I keep her inside pretty much at all times, but when I do take her outside she always gets in a fight with something.
I took her to one of my friends house one time and she pinned my friends cat up in the corner and just started beating the shit out of it then turned and owned their little dog with one hit. Needless to say she isn't welcome there anymore.
The dog didn't need to be physically fucked up. Emotionally it was destroyed. Didn't you see that gay fucker cry on his owners lap when she cuddled it? The cat was a savage though. It even beat the fuck out of that lady.
He was scratching at her for protecting the dog. Cat was all like, "bitch! take that for protecting yo bitch ass doggy! take that ho!" You can see her try and massage her wound towards the end.
when i was a teenager me and my potna would take his dog on what we would call coon hunts. not racist. it was inspired by where the red fern grows. our coons were the neighborhood cats. the memories.