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29.4.04

Cat survives being shot six times
Source: http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/south_east/3667497.stm

Pat Anthony is caring for Leo after he was shot
A cat which was shot in the head six times has survived against the odds.
Leo, a four-year-old stray, was found by Porth animal charity worker Pat Anthony who rushed her to a vet.
The extent of the cat's injuries were only revealed after an X-ray was taken.
Mrs Anthony, a member of the Rhondda Valley Animal Welfare Group plans to take Leo to Bristol for specialist surgery to remove the pellets.
"Some of the pellets are embedded deep in Leo's brain and they won't be able to remove those but we hope they can remove some of them," said Mrs Anthony.
"I can't quite believe what has happened to him.
"Leo has been a regular visitor to us and at first I didn't notice anything was wrong because an airgun pellet doesn't leave a wound.
"But then I saw that his airways were all blocked and bleeding so I took him to the vet."
Staff at the vet's surgery were shocked when an x-ray of Leo revealed that he had six pellets lodged in his skull.
The X-ray revealed the extent of Leo's injuries.
"I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe that he had six pellets in such a small area," she said.
"We have cats in all the time with pellet gun wounds but nothing like this.
"It must have been malicious - someone must have held him down and done it.
"He probably fell unconscious after the first shot."
Mrs Anthony is planning to take Leo to a specialist unit in Bristol to get the pellets removed.
"Leo is a really docile, trusting creature and is well looked after," she said.
"He is a very robust cat and I think this is what has kept him alive after such an ordeal."

20.4.04

Post modern life in Milton Keynes
by Zsa Zsa


My old friend Brindis and his sidekick Paolo send their servants to visit my servants recently. They came for the day and hidden in between their things there was a message for me: Could I contribute to the Feline Observer with an article?.

Oh Supreme Cat!, I hesitated at the start as I felt that since the recent dead of my dear friend Muchi, life has been so busy and creative. Please don’t misunderstand me. I loved Muchi, but he was such a pedigree, spoilt, boy that I couldn’t but retrieve in my inner self for serenity. Now that Muchi is gone I am able to express the Supreme Cat self-love feeling better.

What can I say? I lived in the town of the future. MK was created in the 60’s as a urban planner dream. The city is grid in a perfect grid of roundabouts and streets called H[I], V[I], all services where planned for the size of the city and most things work OK so far.
Unfortunately, the humans miss what they call the village feel, so inside each of the squares in the grid, they have build no modern examples of architecture but mocked Tudor houses that are to say the least hideous.

My servants are nice. They are expecting a human baby soon. And from the experience of Master Brindis, I am preparing myself for trouble and perhaps a bit of fun in the near future. Human can be so crazy with their little ones: just see how they wrap them in nappies instead of letting them go au natural in their skins, As a consequence of that the poor baby humans suffer serious skin diseases. I assure you never a kitten will be seen in such dilemma.

Coming back to MK, the Vicar of the Albion Parish has grand plans for the city and wants to duplicate its size in the next 10 years. And guess what? The humans are missing again the opportunity to build a city of the future, All that is planned is more of the same!!! Tudor mocked houses and green lawns with parking spaces and Tesco et al supermarkets. So much for town life…

Isn’t life is the UK dim? I am looking forward to the summer rain when most of the new housing gets flooded anyway, as local councils are not doing proper feasible studies before granting planning permission to developers to build in wetlands.

My humans are quite wise as they are planning to move out of here when the human baby is bigger. I hope to London. I will love to have tea again with Master Brindis.

Thanks for reading,

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