blakjeezis
10-14-2006, 10:06 AM
<p>This story starts where all my best stories start. I was at work. I was at one of my customer's yesterday, a smokehouse in the Ironbound section of Newark. They make smoked
turkey necks, smoked turkey drumsticks, smoked pork hocks, and smoked
pork neckbones. Sounds delicious, right? So they have an exterminator
there while I'm there. USDA mandates weekly inspection for vermin. Fine
whatever, he does his job, I do mine. That is, until, I discover that
he found a kitten. <br />
<br />It was in one of those cage traps, the "humane" ones. So I go take
a look at it, and he's a tiny, little grey fluffball, and he's dragging
around this big pork neckbone, like twice the size of him, that one of
the workers had put in there for him to eat. So I asked the
exterminator what he was gonna do with him. Mind you, the exterminator
was a really shady, super sketchy, greasy, kid-toucher looking type, so
when he said, "I dunno, take it somewhere and release it, I
guess." What I heard was, "Torture it, then kill it, then kick it
around for a while."
<br />
<br />Obviously, I couldn't let this freakazoid walk away with a little
kitty cat in a cage, so I was like, "you know what, "I'll take him."
And I did.
<br />
<br />So now I have a little fluffin' headed kitty. I've decided to name
him Neckbone. Every one I've told of the name is horrified, but I like
it, and anyone who doesn't can call him "Bone" for short. So that's it
for little Neckbone. I got a litterbox and litter and some toys for him on my way home from work yesterday. I made an appointment at the vet this afternoon to get him all checked out
and get his shots and everything. I hope there's nothing wrong with him
because he's the cutest ever, look!</p><p><img width="536" height="402" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/blakjeezis/10-14-06_1357.jpg" /> </p><p>He's a little fluffer head. So far his hobbies include hiding behind the toilet and accidentally going under the leaky tub faucet and getting wet head. </p>
turkey necks, smoked turkey drumsticks, smoked pork hocks, and smoked
pork neckbones. Sounds delicious, right? So they have an exterminator
there while I'm there. USDA mandates weekly inspection for vermin. Fine
whatever, he does his job, I do mine. That is, until, I discover that
he found a kitten. <br />
<br />It was in one of those cage traps, the "humane" ones. So I go take
a look at it, and he's a tiny, little grey fluffball, and he's dragging
around this big pork neckbone, like twice the size of him, that one of
the workers had put in there for him to eat. So I asked the
exterminator what he was gonna do with him. Mind you, the exterminator
was a really shady, super sketchy, greasy, kid-toucher looking type, so
when he said, "I dunno, take it somewhere and release it, I
guess." What I heard was, "Torture it, then kill it, then kick it
around for a while."
<br />
<br />Obviously, I couldn't let this freakazoid walk away with a little
kitty cat in a cage, so I was like, "you know what, "I'll take him."
And I did.
<br />
<br />So now I have a little fluffin' headed kitty. I've decided to name
him Neckbone. Every one I've told of the name is horrified, but I like
it, and anyone who doesn't can call him "Bone" for short. So that's it
for little Neckbone. I got a litterbox and litter and some toys for him on my way home from work yesterday. I made an appointment at the vet this afternoon to get him all checked out
and get his shots and everything. I hope there's nothing wrong with him
because he's the cutest ever, look!</p><p><img width="536" height="402" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/blakjeezis/10-14-06_1357.jpg" /> </p><p>He's a little fluffer head. So far his hobbies include hiding behind the toilet and accidentally going under the leaky tub faucet and getting wet head. </p>