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[QUOTE="Y_Ddraig_Goch:433525"]I have an awesome story about introducing pets: So I had a cat for a long time when I was about 6 and I decided "hey I want a dog". So My mom got a German Boxer off one of her co-workers because he was a jerk and he was getting rid of it (the dude used to cover rocks in bacon grease and make the dog chew on them when it was a puppy, so almost everyone of Jake's (the boxer) teeth was either broken or cracked but not so bad that it couldn't eat hard food. So anyways, get the dog home and so we decide to have alternating shifts for the dog and the cat. The cat (Ebony)was an outdoors cat so we just fed him outside and let him stay outside from morning til' when we went to sleep, during that time the dog could roam anywhere in the house but at night I locked him up in my room so the cat could chill out in the house. One day I go to school and my grandma decides to introduce them... She lets the dog in the house, and then lets the cat come inside to eat, she thinks that if she holds on to the dogs leash and lets him watch the cat eat that they will get used to eachother. Not realizing how strong a boxer is my grandma goes for a ride, lets go and jake chases ebony around the house, me grampy opens the door so the cat can get out and then goes to grab the dog's leash as he runs by, but he too is not strong enough and goes for a ride...down my front porch stairs which are about 10 feet of stairs from the last step to the door. I come home and I start bawling my eyes out because I see blood all over my stairs and I think that someone was murdered (I was born and being raised in Lynn mass at the time) It was like a scene from a murder movie, I climb the stairs and the door is ajar with blood all over the hallway and on the walls, I come into the kitchen the white tiles are soaked in blood, I see my grandfather sitting there with blood pouring from his knees and skin hanging on his shins. but my grandfathers survived ( being the proud irishman he was refusing a trip to the doctors and soaking his knees and legs in a tub full of rubbing alchol and steaming hot water.) and the cat lived too, I saw it about a week later and I swear it was satan or some eveil beast, it fully healed. and for the rest of my life living there it used to sit on the wall in my yard caterwauling, but it never came in my house again. funny thing was the cat was 10 when I was 6 and it was still kicking when I came back to visit my grampy when I was 15 man that was a long story, I should write a song for my band about it. "In the cat-blood-soaked halls of my youth"[/QUOTE]
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