Recap from last kitten chronicle:
<<Saber is not doing so well. Lately he has gotten in the habit of sneaking outside when someone is at the door and not paying attention. He gets out there, and will spend a day or two away, then come back with the crap beaten out of him. Last night was the worst yet. I got home late, and realized he was gone, so I searched around on a hunch. eventually I found him in the back yard, and he was a real mess. Chucnks gouged out of his scalp, his ears chewed and mangled, pieces of his silky soft fur coat ripped out, just a general mess, and he was out of it as well.
I have no regard for the cat he keeps getting in fights with- next time I see it it will get a BB up its butt for the trouble, but I can't seem to keep saber in doors. I've gotten a little tired of that damn stray pissing all over the outside of the house to mark it's territory anywyas. He has his rabies, so i don't have to worry about that, but he's getting the crap beaten out of him, and I think this will seriously be the end of him if he keeps it up.>>
When I did find him the last time he got out, though, it was not all gloom and doom. I had a strange feeling to look outside (at 3:30 in the morning- only a few hours prior to leaving for a weekend camping trip), and I found Saber sitting on the back steps. This I already mentioned. What I haven't mentioned is that he didn't have the energy to run away. I just picked him up, and I kept him with me the whole night, which he seemed quite happy with. He cuddled with me the whole night- the first time in a long time, and nipped at my heels the entire morning while I got ready to go.
When I got back from the trip Saber came bolting towards the door at the sound of my voice and literally climbed up my leg. OK, not so cool, considering I was wearing shorts, but cute none the less. Ever since then he has been one warm cuddly little pussy, following me everywhere, going ballistic when I come home after being gone for the day. He's all scarred up from his adventures, but as cute as ever.
Right now, as I type this, he is sitting on the ironing board I'm resting my laptop on, and Saber feels cheated because I'm not giving him enough attention. So, of course, he lays on my left arm, wiping his ass on the laptop's screen every chance he can get (which is nearly constantly). Now my laptop smells like kitty s**t.
It's also nice to have a lap cat again. For a while we seemed to drift apart, but now he can't get enough attention from me. Still, though, he doesn't need to try and climb up me when I'm changing my underwear.
Topic: Battered Pussy: The Continuing Kitten Chronicles (Read 1830 times)