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I miss my kitties. I had to leave them with my ex when i moved 2000 km away. Now I can't have any critters in my apartment aside from the bugs that were here before me.
We had 5 cats. Well, 4. we rented a basement suite from her parents and they had 1, and she had 1. they were sisters, one a black butterball and the other a lean savage chocolate siamese.
Then we got a kitten named Gizmo who was solid white, who was semi feral. His mom and litter lived alone in a house and someone showed up and fed them once a week or something. So gizmo was a little fucked in the head and mean for a long time.
Then we got two more kittens when Gizmo was maybe a year old. One was small, black and crazy. We named her Memphis. The other was huge, grey and fluffy with dark points. We called him Smokey.
They were from the same litter, but Memphis stayed tiny. At a year Smokey was like 3 times her size, and he's normal cat size. She's the cutest little kitty ever, and hyper like Taz on crank.
Smokey is mildly retarded and very lazy and mostly pretends to be a stuffed animal.
Kitties on acid are amazemerizing. While I don't condone giving drugs to pets, its amazing what happens when they cuddle a sweaty acid head, or e-tard. It doesn't seem to harm them any, but they get so high, and playful, and weird. Like they suddenly realize your on THEIR level for once and react accordingly. My ex thinks they try and speak using cat body language.
Gizmo was perma-banned from drugs after mistakenly getting a little bit of shroom and trying break a door down with his head, and because since then he beats the other cats up if they get high (and they try their best) and if he gets it by accident (think: your high. cat is soft and cute. then you realize: thats not a cat anymore) he goes berserk. He's a huge cat too, like, near lynx sized, and he is fucking vicious. We used to paint him with food coloring, feeling justified cause he was just an asshole at heart. Then he'd lick it and go loop-dee-loop.
He's a suck now, since he became a mommy to the kittens, but still. He's a hazard when he's ripped.
He used to sit in the yard on a bench swing with me when I'd hit the bong, which was nice. I miss getting stoned with him. He was chill then. The other cats hated it.
The worst of the bunch was the Siamese, Ice. The other cats wouldn't nessecarily try to hard, but she was and e-kitty through and through.
She's go on long hunts in the summer and as soon as we'd just think about doing e, BANG! cat is there. A few times she left because we took too long getting it and she missed out.
One time the ex was making parachutes (rolling paper pills) on a piece of paper and when she was done, she tossed the paper on the floor. Ice rolled ALL over it. She was also hooked on chips, like she'd attack bags and beg, and freak out if she didn't get any. She's steal them out of your hand, even it was half in your mouth.
Anyways, I miss my cats, I don't reccomend giving cats drugs (pot, well, if they come to check it out, blow them a hoot and let them decide) but if you err, accidently pet them and get it on them, its fantastic. Of course, we also took super good care of our kitties, and we were both experts in the substances we used; I spent a year in deep study before ever trying e.
Acid supercharges cat souls, for about 6 weeks. E makes them roll around like fools and frolic.
Avoid shrooms. Unless you want to watch your cat smash its head into solid objects, or like the kittens the one and only time, lay stiller than death for 6 hours staring at the wall.
SO I guess the moral is, don't give your cats drugs, but do have them around when your tripping. If nothing else, they can be really really amusing even if they be dead sober. |
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