THE CAT SLAYER
by Hollywood Astrologer ANITA SANDS HERNANDEZ
There's this ex military guy TIM X. who's a yogi whom
I know from YOGI BHAJAN's group an adept musician, a yogi,
a fine gentleman of 65 years of age who FELL for my cat.
Yep, he said he was just going to the vet to see why he
limped so bad, he kidnapped EUGENE "RUFUS" DEBS, a shabby
long hair tabby, almost human a PERSON in cat form.
Rufus had this limpy leg, hairline fracture I think, not
broken, happened 6 months ago, never did two bones show as
broken or not line up perfectly so I thought hairline
fracture. It healed perfectly... except he limps a little,
favors one paw. Tim who kens for physical perfection after
50 yrs of gin wouldn't tolerate that. So he stole my cat
had its leg RE BROKEN and now won't give it back.
Unless I give him 900$ to repay him for unneeded surgery
which was HIS IDEA and which he DID NOT TELL ME HE WAS
GOING TO DO!
HOW DO I KNOW him? As I turned 70+ I no longer drove a
car, had no way to get food, market's 1 1/4 miles away. I
can not walk to front door without heart going 110 beats
and panting. He being a student of Guru Singh who
was a student of YOGI BHAJAN wanted, asked for and
got 4 years of weekly, free astrology readings for that
"RIDE" Very short readings, but not a long RIDE to the
market, or often TWO MARKETS (one has cheap produce.) So a
good friend. No great emotional tie, just a hearty
respect. Imagine getting a personal at my desk READING
EVERY SINGLE MONDAY --all he had to do was drive me to super market
a mile away, once a week. Some trade, huh?
During his readings TIM admired then became enamored of my
cat RUFUS. One day he said he simply HAD to have a vet
check the cat's leg as he still limped six months after
some unknown fall. Tim carried RUFUS off in a cage, SENT
the little guy to SURGERY ( HE SAYS) to have the leg re
broken, THEN he locked RUFUS in a CAT CAGE in his
bathroom, FOR A MONTH now. I asked TIM "GIVE ME MY
CAT BACK PLEASE." He said it'll cost you 900$. I'm keeping
him. His coat was uncombed, I had it cut entirely off.
That was your fault. You don'/t know anything about cats."
I wrote 60 articles on the HOLISTIC
ALARMED, I said "MY ONLY fault with that cat, I always
wanted you to hold him down so I COULD COMB MATS out of
TUMMY. I did rest of body/ head. neck. Couldn't find
anyone to do it, I have no visitors ever, except you. You
were in a tremendous hurry to get to market, get your
reading and we'd be running out the door so you could get
it all and I forgot to ask you. BUT I COMBED every part of
him except belly.
So you didn't comb him all. I'm keeping him.
I was puzzled, You can't he's temperamental. When he's
irritated he's a bad sofa/ bed wetter." "I'll keep him in
a cage." TIm said. I WAS SHOCKED and it turns out it is
NOT a cage. HE HAS A CAT CARRIER. LIKE A WOMAN'S
PURSE! MY CAT IS LOCKED IN IT! I have been physically ILL
with STROKEY LEVELS OF HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE since I heard
that. And we both know he will have to keep him in a
cage forever as RUFUS soaks carpets if he's the least bit
frustrated. At my house a mean senior TOMCAT named BEAVIS
caused Rufus a little consternation, so I KNOW about the
soaking maneuver which is RUFUS' POUT.
But what has caused a depression to walk into my life and
crawl in under my ORIGINAL depression from no clients at
all tipping me ever -- just getting these FREE
READINGS ---is that this BETRAYING creep has no
business OWNING A CAT. He does security guard WORK
50 hrs a week or more cuz HE OWES 30k to credit cards.
RUFUS is alone, locked up in a cat carrier 168 hours a
week, in a tile room. Not even a CAGE. My little
kitten is a smart little guy, his brain is GOING
WILD 24/7 And he will die from this. SO I ASKED our
teacher GURU SINGH to talk to TIM and find a home, any
home for my cat so he doesn't have to be tortured. NO
ANSWER. SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, I told GURU SINGH. IT IS THE
RUMANIAN ORPHAN SYNDROME. ANGOLA PRISON or VIETNAM G.I.
CAGES. Solitary confinement in his own piss and poop
SYNDROME. I AM IN TOTAL ANGUISH this month as I know after
just a few days of confinement in solitary, the BRAIN is
entirely GONE. SHRINKS tell us that about PRISONS.
Tim wanted 900$ from me but I'm sure he'd agree to giving
the cat a big home with tile floors and a garden.
Hollywood is full of such people. GURU SINGH whom I know
for 50 years never answered.
I know this, my soul wants to give and be dead and RUFUS'
soul too. THIS EVIL, brainless CLIENT OF MINE who never
paid for 52 meetings a year, 4 yrs, 204 meetings,
readings, did this to his charitable astrologer's CAT.
TIM's own cat SPIKE died of cancer and grief with this
SAME treatment. Well, SPIKE didn't piss. But he was
permanently locked in a tiny apartment and TIM TRAVELS ON
LONG TRIPS AND LEFT HIM THERE.
TIM the YOGI STOLE RUFUS to replace SPIKE, only to POSSESS
another cat to kill. Probably because my little guy
always went to THIS PERSON'S HAND for all that TUNA. RUFUS
thought SOMEONE had good meat. TIM thought someone FINALLY
LOVED HIM! Both were wrong.
168 hours a week LOCKED IN
and JUST for 1 month and NOW IT's starting on MONTH
TWO AND THIS man STILL KEEPS ME in this cat cage?
And at night he takes me out for a minute and PETS ME?
IS HE CRAZY?
I WANT MY MOMMMMMEEEEEE!
I was in AGONY knowing that my cat was LOCKED UP -- Having
myself been in a MEXICAN PRISON, the infamous hell hole
LEGUMBERRI, accused of adultery or bigamy, as my Mexican
husband never told me that he didn't have divorce
papers... & having BEEN in a LOCKED BOX ---this guy's
stealing my cat ---rebreaking a bone that had him limping
--but a minor fracture that healed 6 months ago, and
putting him in a carrier 24/7 --cuz he didn't like a
limp,--has made me a 75 year old disabled woman, VERY VERY
ILL. TORTURED IN THE SOUL. High blood pressure going thru
the roof, insomnia, DEPRESSION..
TIM knew I'm disabled get 500$ SSI (small as I never had a
job in my life). He knew I was a nutty mummy about my
babies and KNOW that this WILL kill me. He'd heard my
AVERSION TO LOCKING.. My other cats have full time doors
to gardens open. And he knew my OTHER CAT'S BIO, the
SPARKEY RESCUE stories about Sparkey being cooped up in an
empty home being remodeled that was in a 3 bdrm HOUSE
undergoing RENOVATION No furniture, no food, just marble
floors and how the trauma of that daring rescue (I could
have been arrested,) made that cat and me best buddies.
TIM KNEW RUFUS locked in a cage in a bathroom would
KILL ME. Still he opted to steal my cat and have some
Craigs List vet re-break his leg and confine him to a
cast. If that was the truth. I'm not so sure it is. Tim is
shaking me down for the 900$ it supposedly cost.
MAY I SHRIEK TO TIM the YOGI? BOTTOM LINE: THIS WAS A CAT
THAT YOU COVETED, which YOU WANTED TO OWN. Whom you wanted
PERFECT. Whom you'd break in HALF to have perfect.
You KEPT TELLING ME all THAT! How he could live in
your tiny apartment full time indoors (THOUGH HE spends 23
hours out and has a DOOR LEFT AJAR FULL TIME for when he
wants IN/OUT and RUFUS
likes it that way. You Tim pretended to be HUMANE and
CONCERNED and sighed to me HOW YOU WISH HE WERE YOUR CAT
only you'd have TO LOCK HIM IN as you live on a VERY HIGH
traffic street. I failed to realize you coveted him
and could be so dented that you'd ACT ON IT. You proved
that you are a hungry hyena. You will do anything to
get something you desire.
NOW a darling cat will get mummified at your hand, scar
heart-destroyed by this MONSTER's strange, compulsive
FANCY and then a weirder choice that you made.
REBREAK HIS BONES. MAKE HIM YOUR PET! LOCK HIM UP 4 weeks
solid? Take him out for ten minutes at night when you
return from work. And oh LOOK? HE'S NICE TO YOU!
That cat had bliss and love from his brothers and mother,
all his friends here, except BEAVIS. RUFUS loved his home,
his garden. He HAD habits, brain, joy, his was lying in
the weeds in the garden. MAYBE reptiles can be locked in a
cement box 168 hours a week, but BRAINY CATS CANNOT. BUT
YOU, MR "I AM RIGHT AND I AM ALWAYS ANGRY"-person made a
command decision --LYING TO ME that MY BABY was going for
a medical check up.
AND YOU re-broke his healed bone. HOW CRAZY IS THAT? ONE
HALF YEAR that bone had fixed itself. It wasn't even out
of alignment as it was a fracture.
Never an outright break. He limped. B.F.D.
2.) THIS baby boy is now your KARMA. A cat SCARRED
BY YOU, your ODOR, YOUR BEINGNESS --he has definitely
learned to loathe and hate you and anything you ever do.
You can't let him loose ever as he pisses when angry,
voids bladder piss. Not just a squirt. And you thought
he'd LOVE YOU for giving him a stronger arm? HUH? What
planet are you from?
3.) this cat will be traumatized perpetually ever after. I
do not want him back ever. You can put him in street. Give
him to pound. I WOULD
become EMOTIONALLY ILL WITH soul EMPATHY TO even LOOK upon
the TORTUREE AGAIN.
Give me two muslims from Abu Grahib, ---them I can put
back, (I am an astrologer/shrink by profession, Tim got
free readings for 4 yrs for a ride to the market.) but
this cat cannot
be put back normal after he was MUMMIFIED BY YOUR
I do alright with humans but I am a REAL cat EMPATH. I
have had the same cat lineage, families, grandsires and
grandkids with whiskers since 1969 and I know them and
their MIND TRAITS and health problems better than YOU who
went off like a bottle rocket seeing mats & weeds on
his belly! Seeing a limp. Even tho you knew the bone had
knitted in 6 long months.
4.) THE vet who gadged you SAW THAT. A PRO that guy.
Saw your shock, fury, outrage, empathy, MANEUVERABIITY. He
knew he had a THOUSAND BUCK FOOL --a mark. So he said "OH
MAH GAWD!!! I NEVER SAW WORSE' Yeah THAT CAT was scruffy
but that cat came home and even LATELY slept on my bed and
came in several times a day to eat,then see if my door
He roosts in a cute little dog house outside, with its
roof, walls, clean blankets. Or he tucks in ivy weeds.
ergo thistles in coat underneath. BUT I CLEANED EVERY MAT
AND THISTLE OUT OF sides/ top/head. JUST NEEDED YOUR HELP
for holding him to do tummy. I NEVER GOT IT.
5.) Six mos ago was when HIS LEG GOT fractured that
break in bone TOTALLY healed. IT KNITTED. ALL BONES KNIT.
I KNOW from nearly FIFTY YEARS OF LARGE GROUPS OF CATS.
For the LAST 5 MONTHS Rufus could
jump on and off couches. Either some possum bit him or
when those branches fell on his ARM CHAIR (arms saved him
from blow) l he got a poke, it was a tiny hole, draining
clear. I showed you hole, MEDICATED IT with NEOSPORIN
while you stood there, no sign of infection. MONDAY YOU
picked RUFUS up from my bed sheets where he slept, he was
draining clear and very slightly. Spot on my sheet is
small and clear. 6 mos ago, that hole which you thought
was a dog
drained. Healed. skin on cats seals. The biggest hole was
6 mos ago. That drained red for a while, then clear, then
healed. NEVER got yellow or pus-colored. Have learned
about cat wounds after 50 yrs.
6.) I always wanted you to help me get tangles off
tummy . Your eternal hurry made it impossible. Timmy is
in/out burger. ME ME ME. I want my reading! Tarot,
Astrology, Astro dice, quick! I GOTTA BE at work by 3. SO,
hey! COME EARLIER. I'm always watering the garden when you
show up. I'm here awake. YOU TIMED OUR MEETINGS as you
drove here at 1 pm and were always late. But it
would seem you are HUMAN ALLERGIC--
7.) The fact that you take twenty seconds to see your
cat's grave in my garden, (the cat you left alone in your
apartment for weeks at a time while you traveled many
times a year to PUSSY FESTIVALS, rather YOGA FESTIVALS
seeking CHESTY and limber new-age girls and not one date
in 4 yrs to show for it, indicating aberrant emotional
patterns.Then the lack of devotion to your own darling
cat. JUST devotion to your own darling DICK. SURE YOU FELT
CAT LOVE FEELINGS when you were there, you are FULL OF
THAT but you don't commit, sacrifice, stay home for cat's
sake. SO WHAT IS LOVE without staying home, committed? Ask
Lil TIMMY was addicted to CHICK VIEWING. NEW AGE FESTIVALS
Cochaella valley, espanola New mexico, and many other
festivals and desert visits all the time. BURNING MAN
FRESTIVAL. The only burning man was YOU and your CAT ALONE
I am forgetting your many annual perigrinations to
Seattle to see Your Mom & DAD. IF this marine sergant
made you this devoid of feelings or it was 50 yrs of hard
alcohol you drank, I DO NOT KNOW what killed the human in
you... but dad does NOT deserve the HONORS. SPIKE YOUR CAT
DID. Rufus, your idea
of a new chum DID. Instead you tortured him for your own
wacked MENTAL REORGANIZATION ATTEMPT.
YOU were GONE FROM YOUR OWN CAT HALF THE YEAR. He gets
cancer and dies ... nature's way of showing that TIMMY
knows how to spend MONEY on showing up at places where
girls in tank tops shake it up. IMAGINE YOUR CAT SPIKE in
a cage in a tile bathroom for 30 days. I GUESS YOU DID,
cuz you stole my baby RUFUS (lied to his Mom ABOUT FOR
WHAT) rebroke his healed bones, cut off his hormone
liveliness to make him a eunuch so he wouldn't feel the
PINGS you feel and hate and loathe and are ashamed of
You locked him in a box...and did that to him and are dull
to the death blow it is! THAT FURY AND ANGUISH and PENNED
UP HORROR -- for a TRIBAL CLAN-loving ANIMAL EQUALS
CANCER. LOWERS IMMUNE SYS and bingo. TIMMY THE CAT KILLER
Timmy jeannie killer, spike killer, now ANITA killer
Your dry drunk fetish for PERFECTION in SELF which you
know that you missed out on, 5 expensive guitars, no
songwriting or performing --you walked out on the one girl
who loved you and killed her dead... and killed spike and
your lacks made you want to take the tiny LIMP GIMP OUT OF
MY KITTEN. YOU THIRSTED for PERFECTION THRU SURGERY. AND
CHOSE the AVENUE of REBREAKING the BONE that had healed
and then TORTURE BY CAGE LIKE VIETNAM
That peppy little guy? R U CRAZY ?
WEIRD AGENDAS come out of men tortured by their feelings
ESPEC if the man doesn't LOOK at his own wiring!
The vet took one look and said 'tch tch' very nasty. 900
bucks please.' and YOU TELL ME you will not give the cat
back to his mother until I pay you $$900 that I never
signed up for. I always said he is fine. He sleeps where
possums roam and has to learn to sleep on my bed at night
as those perfectly circular nips were possum tasting
tests. And he was learning to come in. WHEN YOU RIPPED HIM
OUT OF MY HANDS thrusting ME INTO PHYSICAL ILLNESS. I have
bigtime high blood pressure, whistle and whoosh in my
ears, angina pectoris, need open heart surgery all of
which you knew, didn't really want to listen to, wouldn't
correlate that was a STROKE COMING..... but HUMANS' and
their reactions or feelings are invisible to your mind
which is ME-ME-ME obsessed, and to your heart which is the
deficient organ of a life long MAJOR ABUSER of alcohol.
You were a pickle til you were fifty. PICKLED HEARTS do
weird things like KIDNAP a senior, loving, committed
sacrificing MOTHER's CHILD? Oh there's a good idea. KILL
SHAME ON YOU. MAY GOD PUNISH YOU FOR THIS.
YOU ARE TOO LATE FOR EDIFICATION! There is no soul growth
possible for you. You drive a car screaming angrily at
other drivers. I have watched you 4 years. YOU ARE A SOUL
that needs re-education but the soul material is too
withered to accept even a lesson given by the woman whom
you came to WEEKLY for 4 years to GET LESSONS.
SO here's the thing. WHAT IS NOT YOURS IS NOT YOURS. YOU
BULLIED AN OLD, SENTIMENTAL, HEART-ALIVE WOMAN with ugly
threats, insults, EMOTIONAL MONEY TOO black mail. HONDLING
ME FOR MONEY which I knew was just a tactic to scare a
geriatric, done for YOUR AMUSEMENT. BLood thirsty JOY
maybe? A sadist?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Many unfeeling people like to TWIST A
KNIFE in a responsive, feeling person. They put them
down, start street fights
and bully the little people and are haughty and "BETTER
THAN THEY" and unfriendly to everyone equally.
You are one of those, a sadistic misanthrope. PEOPLE
HATERS do not honor people they lie to them so they can do
what they please. THEY EXCULPATE and JUSTIFY their
meanness with LIES .You lied about RUFUS JUST GETTING a
check up. TO HIS MOM!
WHY NEUTER A CAT that can't chase girls? HE STOPPED
CHASING them. HE has no cat fight patterns on his body.
Just round hole possum nibbles
IF YOU TOOK ONE SECOND TO CHECK YOUR FANTASY AT THE DOOR
AND THINK...YOU KNEW HE WAS NOT FOR YOUR LIVING ROOM. OR
COULD BE KEPT BY YOU. You knew he was a urine voider,
bigtime. You saw me Monday covering sofas with plastic
tarps and then sheets. I remember I did it right on front
Ihave many times discussed he was not a cat one could
thwart as pissed, he PISSES. Not squirts, total VOID of
BLADDER. But you don't listen or watch. I hae done show
and tell on this issue for you. YOU THIRSTED TO OWN HIM.
EVERY VISIT here was RUFUS RUFUS. YET you knew that you
couldn't keep him in your apartment like you kept SPIKE
cooped up for weeks without seeing you. Months, every
year, actually. Spike who killed himself with
THO MAYBE YOU ARE SO DEAF AND BLIND, SUCH A
PEOPLE-NON-LISTENER that you didn't
realize HE WAS FIT FOR NO HOME BUT THE ONE HE LOVED.
Where he'd PISS LESS.
LAST I must love RUFUS above all cats if I tell my 4 year
weekly ride TRUTHS LIKE THIS instead of just waiting for
you to bring my baby back first time he wets your pillow.
I still have to tell you that YOU ARE a heart dead
misanthrope & misogynist who only wants to FUCK women,
OWN THEM, dick hungry, dick serving. And your own failure
to even nail ONE OF THOSE NEW AGE FESTIVAL sweeties shows
the world that you are already in PENNILESS OLD MAN HELL.
THAT 900$ you spent should have gone for wining and dining
some FAIRLY sweet woman. Yet I DARE to tell you the real
truth every step of the way. I AM NOT DUMB. I KNEW
ANY PROTEST post facto = NO MORE food runs for ANITA. BUT
YOU GOTTA see your SIN bro. I'm an Aquarian, didactic,
candid, REAL -- down where the rubber meets the road,
SPOTTING madness and NAILING the truth in words.
I was your best friend --only friend ---a good friend of
your personal GURU, too. And HIS GURU, YOGI BHAJAN and you
hit my heart at 25mph running with a screwdriver, possibly
not calculating the DEGREE of heart pain as it's only your
own you can spot... and not very well, as it RUNS you into
brigandry that you probably are embarassed by.. But you
went wild seeing a cat who could not nail a girl.
YOU KNEW you'd cream and torture a 75 yr old sick woman
with a bad heart if her cat were locked in a cage in a
tile bathroom at YOUR HOUSE 30 days. But in your universe,
ME ME ME PREVAILS!
I am a barely living antique, a 75 year old disabled WOMAN
(SSI certified for heart) WHO KNEW if she protested to
your face, or to our mutual teacher, Guru Singh, which I
am doing when I FISH his EMAIL ADDIE out of the COMPUTER
in other room that has NETSCAPE COMMUNICATOR...... with
this letter, and YOURS TO ME where you say "NEVER GET HIM
BACK EVER." I knew I would have to ride a bike to market 2
1/2 miles? Weekly. Maybe do-able. Maybe not. I get
winded if I just get off the chair and walk. BICYCLE
RIDING to market is impossible. yet I KNEW, -- I FORESAW
that any murmur of protest to TIM would create
SCORPIO VENGEANCE .. YET HERE I AM!
I was WILLING TO give you that OPINION Of mine --even DIE
for the truth as I weave like a drunk on a bike, and with
3 or 4 bags? SUICIDE. Or when I hitchhike. I invite
MURDER. Done both dozens of times. I KNEW what dangers
were ahead of me too, when I said, "hey dry drunk, you
want that cat even if it breaks the heart and health of
his MOTHER? A cat who NOW hates you like HE HATES POSSUMS?
GO WITH GOD,you withered, miserable excuse for a human. 50
yrs of hard liquor. Look at what's left. This which I have
posted on the internet and will get LAPD to read,
along with your letter. OF course your bosses can google
your name and get it here? And any ladies you try to
date.....though in 4 yrs not one of the dozen or so you
have pursued has accepted a first date so I imagine they
won't even want to look up your name..
SO your dreams of love, cosmetic perfection and coming
home at night to have a few minutes of JOY with a cat who
loathes you..........for doing this to him. ONLY HAVING
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME HE smiles desperately at you. MAY YOU
PAY for the torture you gave to RUFUS, same as you have
given me, too. MAY all your dry drunk dreams fail.
LIKE your desire to murder every person you pass in
traffic who isn't driving well enough, whom you curse,
rail & scream at! Like those dry drunk dreams also
should die. The chick dream. You run daily in the
Hollywood hills to check out the girl joggers and to keep
your 65 year old manly form six-packy for a 25 year old
woman to love, and while you dream of cosmetic perfection
and her big boobies in your horndog hands and dream of a
beautiful MAINE COON kitten in your arms and while you
break that gimpy kitten's leg to get cosmetic
perfection and break his mother's heart knowing that
RUFUS is in SOLITARY CONFINEMENT AD PERPETUEM in the
cave of a true OGRE. LOCKED UP as you hate piss on sofas
and beds and carpets. YET YOU STOLE my fur son, who IS a
bedwetter, stole him with lies to me.
So I continued to fester, to play with the idea that he
would meet a RATTLER in those HILLS, that those Mexican
young men whom he eyes on the street where he lives, SHOOT
him dead. The ones he scrimmages with, intoxicated by a
little power as the RENTAL AGENT/ MGR for that building,
the ones you evict and try to throw off the driveway and
bust in the chops only they BUST YOU back HARDER -- May
your little aged, jaunty JEEP rack up on some desert road
FOUR WHEELS TO THE SKY as you always always go to those
tent out SPIRITUAL FESTIVALS to chase BUSTY WOMEN all the
while leaving YOUR CAT SPIKE TO DIE COOPED up and now my
cat locked in SOLITARY, in a cage so he won't PISS ON
EVERYTHING ......MAY HE PISS and may you rack up. AND MAY
A SNAKE TAKE YOU!. YOU ARE A SNAKE YOURSELF. AND YOU KNOW
IT. You have hurt an old woman to the max, put a knife in
my heart. I just imagine my cat in a cage and I AM HEAVE
BREATHING WITH ANGUISH with 150 over 90 BP. You are a
security guard an ex drunk with nothing to contribute to
humanity. I write. 7,000
websites and 30
novels I would like to find STAMPS and
PRINTER DRIVERS to submit. RAM WRITERS. DISKS. Get them
out of my dead computer where I suspect the hard drive
still has those bytes. Takes a special tool in a hacker's
hands. None of it will I be able to do as you found a way
to shoot me through my right eye. CAGE RUFUS and leave my
imagination to stroke me out.
Only that wasn't what happened. I posted a lot of rant on
him online and ya know what? God sent a virus & broke
my computer. I had a new problem to fret about. And nobody
I could impinge on the point of a rapier. I got Knocked
off the Net. Meanwhile RUFUS got better, acclimated to the
small apartment, got taken on walks on a leash, plays with
costly toys, his coat growing out.
One day, Tim's guru GURU SINGH made him come over to say
hello. SCORPIOS do not apologize. But I felt fine and had
forgotten ALL my anger. Tim took me to the market. I got a
stack of catfood for the other cats. He took me to STAPLES
a week later to buy a new PC, my rich client in
Massachusetts paid for a HEWLETT which broke 4 days later,
then a DELL. Tim did the driving. Gad, he's a good EGG.
You get over things. So the moral of this story is, no
matter who takes what, if it's a friend, don't get bent.
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