Skunk'd

Scavenger Cat- the homeless cat we were guilted by The Concerned Neighborhood into taking in last year, had a run-in with the neighborhood skunk last night. (Yes, our neighborhood has a skunk. Really.) She pissed this little skunk off and was in turn pissed upon.

Hours later she was still sitting on the porch wanting in, confused as to why she was still outside. The poor little spaz. Her tail was going into some sort of nervous twitching fit. She just wants to be left outside long enough to kill snakes and birds and bring their headless corpses to the porch as our prize, then go into the den where she stays at night. Ugh. We felt sorry for her, plus she no longer reeked of skunk juice, so we let her in. I knew skunk stench didn't go away that fast but we didn't smell it and gave in to end the pathetic tail-twitching.

Ahhh. So this morning when I opened the den I was greeted by the horrid and familiar skunky smell and I realized that she had, of course, still smelled like skunk-ass last night. After you smell something that noxious for any length of time your olfactory glands just sort of block it out until you are removed from it for a bit. Like over a night. Needless to say, I skipped breakfast and she is outside until the stench is gone.

Grizzly Man/ Kitty Girl

The past two nights I've been thinking about that documentary Grizzly Man. In case you don't know, it is about Timothy Treadwell- a recovering addict who decided to live amongst the wild bears of Alaska and film his interactions with them.

I was trying to figure out WHY this has been popping into mind, considering I have never seen the documentary. I've only heard about it.

THEN, last night it dawned on me.

Timothy Treadwell defended the bears and tried to speak up for their safety against poachers and park officials, whom he felt put the rights of visitors first.

Sadly, before ending his stay with the bears of Alaska both Timothy and his girlfriend were eaten by one of the bears.

Think about it. Right before cat teeth went into my eye I was in the middle of saying, "I don't know why you guys say this cat is evil. He's just misunderstoo--- Ahhhhh, my eye!"

I promise that this will be the final post about the damn cat and my eye! Honest!

(But he seemed so innocent! I bottle-fed this bastard from the time he was three days old, saving him from certain doom. Sorry folks, I may need therapy to work this out.)