Boris The Cat
Sorry guys gonna be a long one but i think its worth it.
For many years now, my family have owned a pure white fluffball of a cat named Boris. Boris's life started out him being named after one of the great world leaders, the late Boris Yeltzen. He was meant to be called Gorbechov, but its hard to tell one Russian leader from the other.
Now Boris has a few traits that he may share with other cats, but to our little family make him great.
One is when he drapes himself your shoulder scarf style. He can get so comfortable that, i kid you not, my brother once rode a bicycle around our house with Boris draped across his shoulders. Never before have i seen such fear in an animals face.
He also has the odd feature of having only half an ear. He was born with two of the things, but slowly they have disappeared. Being a cat, Boris likes the sun. But being a white cat, the sun is not his friend. It was not uncommon to see Boris is his early years to get round in the summertime with bright pink ears from zinc cream to help prevent cancer.
But alas, we got lazy and Boris found zinc unagreeable, so that disappeared. So 5 years ago when black marks started to form on his ears, we saw that Boris had joined the many with Australia's biggest killer, skin cancer. As the melonoma grew and grew, we became concerned. Taking him to the vet, we discovered to have both ears lobbed off and his teeth cleaned it would be $450. Bugger that we thought, we'll do it ourselves.
So the brother who had taken Boris for a bike ride, who was now employed cutting up dead bodies for usage in anatomy classes, grabbed the scapel and went for it. We tried to give Boris some Bailey's to sooth the pain, but no all he needed was a sock over his head and two other family members to hold him down. My job was to heat up the bit of metal to quarterise the wound WW1 style.
I stepped on said metal after burning said cat. So there were howls of pain from the cat, howls of pain from me and swearing from the rest of the family from disbelief.
That was about 5 years ago, Boris is still kicking. Think the cancer has travelled inwards, because every night about 10:15 he runs headlong into the kitchen table. Poor thing, probably just to streamlined to stop.
Don't report me to the RSPCA, rather click "I Like This", if not for me, then Boris.

P.S No apologys for length-it was long, but in the end satisfying
(Tinbum is having a merry old time, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 12:13, Reply)