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i was inflicted at a very young age with canine psychosis. my human had only had previous experience with very large dogs so she treated me in the only way she knew how: like an alaskan malamut. it really messed up my head and made me into a very needy pet-whore that can't get enough of homo sapien affection. sometimes i make myself sick with how much i need my head scratched but i'm trying to channel it toward the forces of good not evil, which is supposed to be a true black cat's nature. (yeah, i'm black. so whatcha gonna do about it?) and hey, don't believe all that bad luck bullshit. the racist mo-fo's who thought up that one never met sebastian panther, lucky charm extraordinaire! _____________________________________________________________ UPDATE: this past august the vet discovered a tumor in my lower jaw. it was diagnosed as squamous cell carcinoma, a very vicious and invasive type of malignant cancer. he gave me 1-3 months to live but i'm doing my damnedest to prove that bastard wrong. this kitty ain't going out just like that... not without one hell of a fight. i'm especially grateful for the love and support of all my incredible petster friends. you guys rule maximum hardcore. seriously. i totally fucking love you guys. thanks so much for being there for me... (sniff)... okay, okay... hold on... i've just got something in my eye... it's nothing... (sniff)... just give me a sec... i'm getting a little vaklempt here... (sniff)... god, i promised myself that i wouldn't do this...
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having put up a valiant struggle, i passed on to the great unknown monday, 12.8.03, at 6:30 pm EST and became a guardian angel to all who knew and loved me. PETSTER FOREVER!