Sunday, Jul. 31, 2005 - 1:49 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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An Entry Worthy of Rotten.com
Well, they finally after two calls a week apart, picked up the carcass of the dead cat in the back alley. Sigh. I really wanted them to remove it before all the maggots turned into fat green flies that fly into our kitchens. Really I did. I tried. But when I looked before I called the second time... no more maggots. That is not good news.
So, the cat is gone. But more meat has reappeared. Yes I pick it up. This time it was hunks of steak. In the sun. In July. Hello.
For your viewing pleasure, and just to prove I'm not making it up (oh you know I don't tell tall tales... but wtf eh), here is last week's dead meat:
So, yeah, just don't do it folks. Rotting flesh in the sun is a public hazard. If you want a cat, get one, and feed it dry kibble in your kitchen. If you like the cats in the alley, call an animal rescue, get them trapped and spayed. Stop putting your garbage in the public streets.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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