I was woken up by a very loud and angry tussle between the cats that live here. It woke me up. Initially, I was furious so I went out to disperse those mother****ing obnoxious good for nothing animals. Come to my surprise I find poor Bitterman laying at the bottom of the stairs meowing his lil guts out.
"Whats wrong, Bitterman?" I say with no affection whatsoever. "Are those assholes keeping you from going upstairs??"
So I slam the chairs around to disperse the other 8 or 9 ******* cats who have all gathered at the top of the stairs to growl and hiss at Bitterman as he laid at the bottom of the stairs meowing.
After dispersing the cats I picked up poor meowing Bitterman and set him upstairs to get away from the rest of the jerkholes. Then I noticed the saddest part, poor little Bittermans back legs aren't working. He's got his two back legs dragging behind him.
So I don't know if one of these piece of shit cats hurt poor little Bitterman or if it was because Bitterman was already hurt that caused the attack in the first place. Either way all the other cats can **** off, then die, then go to hell, Bitterman was the only one I actually liked and they took him out.
Now he's at the vet.