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I used to like cats and still love them, but lately my boyfriend and I have started having the worst cat problems.
The first time, the kitty was eating my boyfriend's cat food and he started throwing it on the floor and it landed on the carpet with his cat food. The kitty was so angry that it came out of the box and chased after my boyfriend for two blocks. He told me to lock the cat in the bathroom.
I had the cat in the bathroom all day until my boyfriend was off work for the day, but when my boyfriend came home that evening, the cat was still in there.
I went to work the next day and the cat was still there and I left agn for a couple of days.
This time, my boyfriend locked the cat in the bathroom, but he got out of the bathroom and came out from under the bed and was hiding in the house when my boyfriend went to get the cat food. My boyfriend came home and the cat was still in the bathroom, but the door was open and he didn't seem to be trying to escape.
The cat ran back to the bathroom and tried to get out the bathroom door, but couldn't open it. My boyfriend told me that we were going to have to leave the cat in the bathroom for a couple of days.
The cat was locked in the bathroom all day while my boyfriend worked and my boyfriend left the house for several days with no help.
The cat was still locked up when my boyfriend got home. I was at work when he called, so he didn't see the cat until it was on the kitchen floor. My boyfriend threw a blanket on top of the cat so it would be safe and then he let me know that the cat was hurt.
I asked what was wrong, but he just kept repeating that it was hurt, but he didn't elaborate. I asked agn, but he sd he would have to leave for work.
After he left for work, I called him at work and told him I thought I heard my cat meow and he told me that it was the cat, but that he didn't know what was wrong with it.
I didn't want to leave the cat in the bathroom, so I went to the vet, but they sd they couldn't tell me if the cat had a broken leg or what was wrong. The vet did the x-rays and sd the cat had an injured back leg.
The vet gave me a cat medicine that he sd would help the cat walk agn. I took the cat to the vet, but he didn't take the cat in the house, so I had to drop the cat off. The vet sd that I had to come back the next morning to make sure that the cat was going to be okay.
I was getting worried about the cat and I couldn't sleep the next night. The vet hadn't told me anything about my cat except that he had an injured back leg. I had seen the cat move his leg and I knew that he had been trying to walk around the house.
I told my boyfriend that I was afrd that he had hurt my cat. He told me that he knew that the cat couldn't get out of the bathroom because the door was locked, but he wasn't sure that the cat didn't try to escape at some point.
We went to the vet's the next morning and he examined the cat. He examined the back leg and sd that the cat was going to be fine, but he would have to go away for a couple of days to rest and recuperate.
We went back home and the cat was meowing a lot. It seemed like he wanted to come into the house. He didn't come out of the bathroom, but he did start looking out at the house, so I think he knew that he wasn't in danger.
He was eating his food and eating mine, but he wouldn't sit still. He kept moving and he kept making noise. He jumped on the couch and he scratched the couch. He didn't stop meowing, so I took his food and his toys and gave them to him.
He ate and then he started scratching at his side. It was really red, but he still meowed and jumped up on the couch. I took his food and toys and gave them to him.
He got on the couch and ld down with his head on my lap. I started petting him, but he was shaking. It wasn't like he was shaking in pn, but more like he was cold.
He was breathing very shallowly and his eyes were shut. I started petting his head and he started purring. I started crying and I was crying so hard. I was afrd that I had killed him and I didn't know what to do.
I told my boyfriend what had happened, but he just kept telling me that he was going to fix the cat's leg and that he knew that the cat could come out of the bathroom.
I told him that he was trying to be funny, but he was only making me more sad. I started crying agn.
I told my boyfriend to take the cat to the vet, but he wouldn't. He sd that it was too much of a risk and that the cat would probably be fine and he didn't know where we could find a vet that would take a cat.
I started talking to the cat, but he was still very cold and I couldn't tell if he was awake or not.
I called the cat's vet and they sd they wouldn't even consider taking a cat in to the vet if it was more than 24 hours since the cat had been injured. They told me to bring the cat to the clinic, but I knew that that was a bad idea.
My boyfriend sd that it was okay and that he would take care of the cat while I went to work. I was worried about him being able to handle the cat, but I figured he could, if he really wanted to.
My boyfriend brought the cat to the vet and he was still meowing when I was there