Will told me about someone posting in our guestbook about Sara. This is in regards to the Sara is on a T-shirt post:

January 6, 2006, 1:46 pm
IP Address: 66.244.236.129
Name: Mr.Noneof theabove
E-Mail: Noneoftheabove@hotmail.com
Website: Noneoftheabove.com
You Are: None
Message: Thats not the same cat, the scared one has white under his eye, the other one has brown under his eye. How dare you pose cats!

This person is obviously on something and knew that he was wrong because they couldn’t even provide a link that works for his website. As for the email, it is questionable whether that is a real address either.

For those of you reading this, more than likely you have met Sara personally and can confirm that she is the cat in the picture. Hell - we can get the photographer to confirm that this is Sara. I told Will that he needed to follow up on this because someone is making money off of our girl. This dummy just confirmed that need for further investigation. Mr. Noneoftheabove - come to Maryland and see the cat that doesn’t exist and while you are at it tell your folks to stop putting her on your t-shirts.

…and I feel so horrible. It started off just like any other evening - me yelling at Tabitha because she was eating Harmoni’s food. It is tough to keep a cat from what they want, especially if it is wet food. I can tell when Tabitha is committing the crime because her collar bell always bangs up against ceramic bowl. Just like every other night, I yell her name and the bell stops as she runs out the kitchen and up the stairs…this time it started up again and I got out of my seat and waited for her to run past me towards the stairs. While she is running, I always manage to catch her hind quarters with a tap to let her know that she was wrong. Something felt different this time…

I woke up on Saturday and just like every other morning, Tabitha and Luna greeted me at the bathroom. Tabitha’s tail looked funny…it was limping. After examining her, I felt the swelling near the base of her tail and she let me know that it hurt by letting out a loud meow. I woke up Will and told him “I broke the kitten…”.

It took a little coaxing to get her from under the bed so Will could examine her. We knew that she had to be looked at by a vet, so I started the non-internet search for emergency vets in the area (the Yellow Pages still has a purpose!). We found one in Ellicott City, called to confirm its location and packed up Tabbi. It is a very nice facility and the staff was nice as well. She had an x-ray taken and sure enough I had dislocated a bone in the tail. The Vet informed us that she can recover from this, however there is a chance that if it does not improve that the tail would have to be amputated. Those words struck me like a guilty verdict at a trial…I was responsible for causing pain and a potential life altering event for this cat.

Words cannot describe the way I feel everytime I look at her. She still loves me, but deep down I feel that she is always asking why…I have been beaten as a child, but I have never been beaten to the point that I was injured and had to be taken to the hospital…this makes me question how I will discipline my own children…

Finally, I have found a powerful aide to enforce the law of the land! Unicron, destroy the enemies of the state!

Unicron silently creeps up on Patches.

*Snicker snicker* she still doesn’t see me.

Yummers, she tastes just like chicken and broccoli!

I’m still hungry… need more food…