A friend of mine had a cat he called BiscuitHead. He was transporting the cat in his car in the back seat when the cat got out of the crate and attacked him while he was driving. He grabbed the cat, slammed it against the window, and thought he had killed the poor creature. He had only stoved in the cat's skull, and the cat recovered and lived another five years with a misshapen head--and a somewhat milder disposition.
Jeff
“Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, in human beings of whom they know nothing”--Voltaire
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