When I was young (10-12) we had a family cat named Simba. Short haired. Super cool cat. We lived in the middle of nowhere so Simba would roam the countryside like… well… Simba!
That is, until he came home one day with a bullet hole in his tail. Luckily his tail was saved, but on the upside we moved after that AND it was pretty hilarious to my 10 year old self to watch him walk around with a cast on his tail.
Poor kitty. He lived a full, happy life. I miss him
Bro who shoots a cat? There’s a special place in hell for those people.
I worked for a guy in Oklahoma City he did.
Biggest asshole I ever worked for. Made the Jewish chick work Christmas, when everyone else was home, because she asked for a Jewish holiday off.
When I was young (10-12) we had a family cat named Simba. Short haired. Super cool cat. We lived in the middle of nowhere so Simba would roam the countryside like… well… Simba!
That is, until he came home one day with a bullet hole in his tail. Luckily his tail was saved, but on the upside we moved after that AND it was pretty hilarious to my 10 year old self to watch him walk around with a cast on his tail.
Poor kitty. He lived a full, happy life. I miss him
Won’t let me delete.