| Dearest friends and readers! | Jul. 25th, 2005 @ 12:35 pm |
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The people to whom I direct my following entry will know who they are. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't ask.
If I start a comment with something like "in my humble and not necessarily relevant opinion", then I mean just that - *my* opinion, which I would never force upon anyone but only express because I want to say something.
You might disagree with that opinion, you might agree with it, you might discuss it with me.
However, you should not comment with something like "Who the fuck do you think you are? God?!" or that I am "judging someone else for their life and choices is just plain obnoxious."
Folks, I have just asked that person some questions. If that person choses to ignore the questions, which I clearly said she should not answer to *me*, but only for herself, and instead answers with "wtf?" plus denies me to answer to comments which are clearly directed against *me*, even if that person doesn't know me, that's - again, just in my humble opinion - just ignoring someone else's opinion, nothing else.
Well, I can live with that.
P.S.: the best friends are not those who will always pat your back for whatever you do and who will not "back you up" even on the silliest things you do. The best friends are those who dare to speak *their opinion* if they think that you've done / are doing something wrong.
P.P.S:
Yes, dearest commenter, I know that some people can't get / do any work because they have serious illnesses. Having children, however, is not an illness.
P.P.P.S: If you wish to discuss that with me, do it here - I can't answer any comments made in *that* journal. Plus - I am using my very own name to write this here and the comment I made in that other person's journal, so please, do the same if you comment here and don't hide behind the 'anonymous' tag.
Best wishes,
Naergi
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| Someone shot my cat. | May. 4th, 2005 @ 11:56 am |
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I can't really tell you how I feel today.
Yesterday morning at about 6 am, I heard someone wailing in the hallway of my house. It sounded like a wailing child, so I first thought that little balrog maybe had fallen out of bed and hurried to look.
It was not the little Balrog. It was his cat.
That cat is not a normal cat. He's more like a dog, usually staying around my son in a close distance of no more than four yards. He likes car driving and train travelling. We picked him from the animal shelter when little Balrog was about one and a half, and the cat was about six months. His name is Eight - that's the number he had in the animal shelter, and for simplicity I thought we should keep it. He looks like a normal cat - grey, black stripes, white feet and neck - but believe me, that's a dog in disguise who learned to meow. He's a darling, except if he wants food, which he usually announces by simply whacking his claws into my ankles. Other than that, his favourite sports are somehow getting into my son's bed, my son's closet to lie down on his shirts and to drag pullovers of my son into boxes so that he can lie on them in the box.
Anyway...
I examined the cat and found that it was bleeding hard between the right ear and eye - in the middle of the face, so to speak. I first thought that he might have fought with a rat or another cat who then tore out a piece of flesh from that particular place.
So - I woke little Balrog, jumped into my car and drove to the vet at a speed which I never thought possible on *those* roads with *that* car.
The sickening truth was, however, that the cat did not have an incident with another animal.
Someone had shot him with an air gun, the bullet got stuck at the skull bone.
Even more sickening is that the vet discovered that the gun must have been fired very close to the cat's head - there was that black stuff all around the wound which a gun produces when fired, but only in close approximation (have no idea what it's called in English) of max. three inches, though the amount of that stuff around that wound indicates that it has been fired while having direct contact with the cat's head.
So, basically someone took that cat in his / her arms, pointed the gun at its head and fired.
How sickening is that.
The cat is now back home, a little insulted that he now has a half-shaved head, and probably a little dizzy, but he's fine and will survive. But the question I ask myself is: How on earth can someone do that? I would have somehow understood if someone had shot him - accidentally or nor - at a far distance. But pointing a gun at the head of a cat that's in your arms and to actually fire is really, really not just sickening, it's sick.
I just hope for that particular person that I might never find out who it was, for otherwise I think *I* will have to point my gun at someone else's head....
Best wishes,
Naergi
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