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Can we not do that again?

Well, last night was just fucking horrific. I'd really like to not repeat the process.

I was at Vger's house, and we were watching TV when we heard a strange crashing noise from upstairs. We both run up the stairs, and see the screen door to the back deck had been torn off, and Charlie (the smaller of his two cats) was locked in a fight with another cat. Vger shooed the other cat away, and it became clear that Charlie was Not Well. While Vger tried to hold Charlie, I tried to get the phone number to an emergency vet. 411 was... not helpful. They were scanning each listing in the area for ones that said "24 hours". Finally, I convinced them to just give me the name of any vet in the area, and I called one to get the "if this is an emergency" recording, just as I was getting confirmation from Vger's friend Steph that the nearest emergency vet was, indeed, in Annapolis, 27 miles away. Righto.

Get in the car, and rush to emergency vet. No. Really. Rush. Like, did you know Dodge Neons can do 100 MPH? I didn't. But I do now. Sadly, little Charlie did not make it, dying in Vger's arms on the way to the vet. When we got there, they checked for a pulse, and checked for breathing, and found neither. They cleaned Charlie up, and let us spend some time with him. We were able to see that he really only had one set of wounds: A clean bite through an artery in his neck, and a puncture through his windpipe. Those were, it seems, more than enough.

We got back to Vger's house from the vet at around 2:30, and I tried to get him to let me to clean the blood off the deck, but he insisted on doing it himself, and ... ow. A long night, and a long morning.

Speaking to Animal Control today was not one of my finest moments. After spending some interminable amount of time trying to find the right people to talk to, I finally got a hold of them and explained the situation and events. Their response? "Ok, we shall put out a notice that there is a hostile animal in the area." This... did not set well with me, considering the events of the last few weeks. My response was something along the lines of, "Ok, let me get this straight. My HOUSE CAT that has not been outside EVER nips a nurse while hospitalization, and animal control goes after her, lock, stock and barrel, but a FUCKING PSYCHOTIC cat KILLS another cat, and you're going to put out a NOTICE?" Really, really, not one of my finer moments.

The poor little guy was a great cat, and a great friend. Please spend a moment of your thoughts for him today, as he was special, and will be missed.
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Damn.
Remind me to give you a hug when I see you next.
Oh goddess, I'm really, really sorry to hear that. *hug* I know I don't know you or anything, but that kind of experience is horrible for pretty much anyone. Poor cat. Poor you.

You were right for giving Animal Control hell.
How horrible.

I don't know, I don't think I would have accepted "OK, we'll put out a notice," I think I might have had to call someone, anyone, the fucking mayor if need be.

But I'm a heinous bitch.

Poor Charlie. Kitty heaven has lots of tuna and catnip and plenty of soft carpet and sunbeams.