This here is the bastardface kitty that put me in the hospital for 3 days. The fetching mrs. Hogan loves to feed the outside strays and he is one of them. I was petting him and he was all purring and stuff so I thinks...."I'll just pick him up and see if I can't , AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK.
I couldn't even put his ass down because he sank his fangs in my finger up to his gums and he was just holding on. I slowly and carefully put him down and he let go. I'm used to getting cut and bruised and ground (grinded?), burned and all other ways hurt so I didn't think to much of it. Besides I had Slim and Doug over here and we were going to give a big push to finish Dougs bike for Hippykiller this Saturday. Well about 12 hours later I had a pain under my arm and felt like I had the fucking flu. We did get a lot of work done on Doug's Sporty but little did I know that the next day I would be in the hospital.
Turns out, cats that don't have shots and live in the world with Opossums and Racoons and other less than cleanly types can fuck you up real good, even kill you from one bite. Because they have that rough tungue and a dry mouth. Bacteria and other unfriendly microscopic life forms enjoy the cats mouth and are just waiting for the kitty to bite into something so they can infect it. Now ain't that cute?
So the moral of the story....Leave stray cats alone and that means you Brian Setzer and your whole damn band. My buddy Mad Mike told me not to mess with that stray pussy.