yesterday was queens day. or rather kings day. the netherlands got a new king and we spent the day roaming around drinking and dancing. it’s a crazy scene. right when we were about to call it a day we found ourselves on a boat drinking gin.
having a hard time concentrating today because my beautiful little cat Billy the Kid is going into surgery for massive amounts of kidney stones. poor girl.
her past has always been a strange mystery to me. i adopted her from spanish harlem where she was living with snakes when she was 2 years old. it was clear that her old vet was not so great from the butcher job he did declawing her front claws. (don’t declaw cats, people!) then a few years later i noticed she had a tattoo deep inside her ear. and now when she had her belly shaved for her ultrasound the vet found a massive abdominal scar that if it was from spaying, she had once again been butchered.
Billy the Kid what happened to you as a child?
i wish i had adopted her when she was born so she could have had a better kittenhood.
the moral of the story is take care good of your pets and i love you, Billy the Kid.
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