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Originally Posted by Relish XXX
I think pets know when they are going to go to the vets. My cat would change from a cute little ball of fu to a fucking saber tooth tiger.
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Fuck it, im bored enough to tell.
My room mates cat had a foxtail in its eye so we had to take the cat to the vet. She (roommate) was freaking out so we were in a rush and for the life of me I could not find my pet carrier so she opted for the good ole card board box, well she quickly poked holes in it and put the cat it who was not happy at all being in this box. We loaded up into the car and set off. About a 1/4 mile down the road the cat was going complete ape shit, was pulling a complete Krugar on the box ripping away at it, sounding like a circular saw doing summersaults in the box. The box of course was sitting on my damn lap as she drove. I told her to fucking hurry up and speed, id pay for the ticket if we got one. I only had one thing on my mind, a quarter inch of paper was between my nuts and an insane pissed off whirling fuzzy weapon of lap distruction.
Its head poked through a hole and I pushed it back in, it started biting at the hole and ripping more at the box. My heart is starting to pound now as I know we have another 4 miles to go plus stop lights, the box is almost gone and this thing that used to be a cat is fucking pissed off. We had only traveled a mile at most so far.
The box suddenly grew very quiet, I suddenly grew very scared. Something was wrong, I could feel it. I have seen enough bad horror movies to know that that thing was gunna burst out of that box any second now or play possum long enough the I would have to look inside and it would hook my eyeball out or worse, eat my nuts off. I clutched the box out of fear and hoping beyond all hope that it would hold, pressed up against my chest, firmly on my lap, and part of my chin resting on it to hold ever flap in place.
Then I heard it, what sounded like a low flapping rumble and then a dripping noise. My mind was running a systems check for pain when it hit me. No it was not a wound that hit me, it was my nose. My olfactory senses went haywire, a smell that I could only possibly compare to that of a body that was fished out of the water after a few days floating.
I then felt wetness all over, the box had begun to change colors at the bottom and sides from light tan to dark brown and the smell had instantly killed me. I yelled at her to stop the car and was opening the door even before the car had stoped. The cat had apparently released its entire intestinal track in the box. My gag reflex was going off hard and I needed to puke real bad. Just as the car came to a stop the cat started back up tearing into the box. It broke through the top and wham more smell, I let loose and covered the cat in vomit. My room mate then let loose as well.
I just yelled drive, drive and we went through town at like 80mph, sliding through turns and running lights. I did not fear death any more I just wanted away from this cat now.
Needless to say I stayed inside when she took it in, me and that cat never got along again ever, and the car well I am sorry to who ever eventually got it after I traded it in latter that week.
I will not take another animal to the vet again that can not ride in the trunk.
