In a disgusting display of violence and perversity, a teenage boy and his brother, acting as camera man, posted a series of videos on YouTube on Sunday, February 15th, 2009. The videos show the teen repeatedly slamming a cat named Dusty against a shower wall, and pummeling the cat, over and over, with his fists. When YouTube acted swiftly in response to complaints and blocked the account, the teen created other accounts and posted more video. Officers from the county sheriff's office found additional video at the teen's home, and subsequently confiscated another abused cat.
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I have written a few entries in the past few weeks regarding my odd and auspicious, yet oh so cute and lovable kitten named Migs. We found our cat outside of our home one night, roughly a year ago, he was homeless and hungry, and very thin. The neighborhood kids next door had named him Migs because he would streak across the front yards at lightning speed, like a Russian Mig fighter jet, and the name just sort of stuck.
I can easily recall a few months back when I found my cat outside bleeding—he is an outdoor indoor cat with his own kitty door and sometimes he can get into fights with other cats when playing outside during the day—and I knew that I needed to take him right into the veterinarian office to get checked out; to make sure that all was well.
If you have ever had the distinct pleasure with the company of a cat for a pet, then you already know where I am going with this one merely based off the title. But where my story may beg to differ from the others that surround this often talked about topic, with regards to our cats, is that the present he (my cat) brought to me this time, for a change, was still alive.
