Instead of just attributing some base actions solely to being an American male of a certain age,I can say that my cat did it? Who can argue with science?When Punk’n came to the front door nearly eight years ago, he was howling. He was a kitten going on a teenager, and he was suffocating,starving and dehydrated. It seemed he had either run absent from or been ditched by his former owners, who had strapped a black leather spiked collar – tightly – around his kitten neck. It must have been a month before he showed up at my place, and even longer,because the collar was now choking him. I ran inside for scissors, ran back to the front steps where he was writhing, and in one quick chase ran the scissors under the collar. The leather circle popped off,a band of skin rubbed hairless underneath.
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Source: theguardian.com