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After a discussion with the vet and after some really painful discussions with Jeff, I asked the vet to euthanize Deimos. This makes me a terrible person, but he wasn’t going back to where he came from (where he apparently couldn’t cope with the baby) and he couldn’t stay here and I wasn’t just going to put him in the street and hope for the best.

I’m covered in scratches.

I was scared to sleep in my room.

It took 45 minutes to get him into the cat carrier to the vet.

He let me pick him up once without scratching me.

I am really, really sorry, and I am not going to get another cat, probably ever. I’ve learned my lesson.

Buster is being super sweet to me. I fell asleep downstairs and he crawled onto me and fell asleep too.

 

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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