posted on Jun, 21 2006 @ 06:37 PM
I used to have two cats. There names were Black Cat and White Cat (one all black, the other all white) they were awesome together. THey used to
nuzzle up next to each other when they slept and form an almost perfect ying-yang symbol.
One day, one of my roommates came home with bubble gum dosed with liquid acid. He and his friends chewed some, and left the rest on the kitchen
table. I got home from work that night at around 2am, and went strait to bed. When I woke up I found a pice of gum on the floor with the wrapper
chewed into it, and cat teeth marks.
After a bit of looking, I found White Cat sitting on the edge of the balcony with a terrified look in his eyes. He ran away that day. I found him
three months later grungy, natty and smelly, and it seemed like he didn't even recognize me.
I brought him home and gave him a bath, but the first chance he got, he escaped again, and I never saw him again.
Black Cat is still chillin though. He was always more of a stoner than a acid eating club kid anyway.