Amber over kitties
Wednesday
29 July 2009
Good lord, my dog just gave me the biggest freakout of my life to date. I am not amused. ಠ.ಠ
tl;dr
My dog has gone crazy because she saw a stray kitten and wanted to eat it. I freaked out because 1) that kitten is dirrrrrty; 2) Amber just might choke on her days-old bones if she eats that nasty thing; 3) if my dog regurgitates that shit I’d be the one cleaning it; and 4) I just don’t like cats, tbh.
Wednesday afternoon, while waiting for the wireless to work, I went down to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. I noticed Manang was in the garage and I could hear Amber was with her. No surprise there. I checked the pantry, looked for food. Usually, when my dog hears that I'm in the kitchen, she would run to the service entrance and bark her cute 'small, puppy bark' to get my attention so I could give her a snack.
This afternoon, I decided to be generous and took at a wafer to give to Amber. I waited for her to come to the door, but when she didn't, I decided to call her. I went to the patio and whistled and called her, but she didn't run to me. She’d just look at me for a split second and then bark at something outside.
She was still in the garage, obviously excited over something. I could tell she was excited because she only barks using that small, puppy-like sound when she wants something from me (usually food), when she wants the attention of the rest of the family, or when she's excited. I went to the garage and saw that she is indeed excited over something.
I tried to get her attention by calling her and showing her food, which usually works. This time it didn't. I was getting annoyed and I was about to head back in when I decided to look at what got her panties in a twist. Figuratively speaking, of course.
Lo and behold, Amber was excited over a kitten.
I don't like cats in general. No, I don't hate them, but I don't love them either. The Kitty name calling thing with a friend of mine is something different, not because of my love for the feline kind. And those lolcats; they’re the exception to the rule.
Imagine the horror I felt when I saw that Amber's head is a few inches away from that how-many-days-old wet, dirty, hungry, meowing kitten, and I suddenly wanted to vomit.
Amber's mouth was foaming. FUUUUCK, I never get scared with Amber (okay, maybe once when she was about 6 months old, but that's a different story), but when I saw her mouth I couldn't get near her because shit, do I want to lose a hand? She's still a dog, a bitch, for fuck’s sake. Even if she's my pet and I'm her master, she's still an animal, and by the looks of it, a sort-of crazed animal at the moment because of that damned kitten by the front gate.
That fucking kitten is about 2 feet away from its death.
I really shouldn't care if it lives or dies, but I do because if it dies because of Amber, well shit. I'm going to be the one cleaning that shit out if Amber decides to regugitate and spit out its remains. And that’s just fucking nasty. There's no doubt my dog wanted to eat that kitten. And I don't think I'd mind if... I don't know, if I'm not the one looking after and taking care of my dog. I know it sounds bad, and inhumane or something but just the thought of it... of its remains chucked up from my dog’s throat, uuuugh. Amber's got a bad dog breath and it'll worsen with kitten meat and shit. I. Don't. Want. That.
So I felt a bit helpless, therefore I decided to call for help, it’s Ja to the rescue, because the other brother is as useless as a SMeyer vampire on a sunny day.
Ja was able to get Amber's attention away from the kitten outside and we were able to bring her to the side patio. I was planning to come out and take that kitten and throw it somewhere far from our house, but even before I made a move, that stupid ass kitten got even more stupid, ran inside our property, crossed the garage and went to the patio where Amber was currently at.
So my dog went crazy again. Ja held on to her while I tried to take care of the kitten. So cue the panic-stricken freaking out Janis. There's just something about that kitten that makes me want to throw up. Also, in my fear of it being eaten alive by my Amber, I took it with my bare hands and I was about to throw it in the other side of the wall. But I couldn't, because it's a baby animal thing, and I have a soft spot when it comes to baby animals, but my disgust over it ruled over the soft spot... so... I placed it on top of one of the plants.
Awful, awful, awful! I got a good look at the kitten, and I just want to puke. It looks so ragged and it must be hungry and shit and I was seeing what it looks like if Amber got to it before we did and yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I was freaking out.
After a lot of screaming (I was having a sort of panic attack), we were able to get rid of the kitten and check on Amber who looked tired as fuck but still giddy over the events. She can still hear the kitten's cries on the other side of the wall so she was still moving around like crazy. I had to give her new water every after few sips/licks because my dog was so tired.
And fuck my left arm has blood on it, and it was from Amber. There’s a wound under her left eye and we think she got scratched by the kitten. Fuck that kitten. I’m gonna kill it if I see it again.