"Where did she dump them? Why did she dump your kitten on the highway? Do you know what happened to it? Did she throw it out a window or what?"
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She dumped the kitten near a trailor park... it took me 2yrs to findout where she dumped it & I learned of a friends friend who lived in that trailor park, & I asked her if anyone found a male black simese kitten unfixed with its litter box & a bag of food & dishes & she said YES!!! I said did he find a good home & she told me hes really fat now & hes a good cat... so I know for a fact that he's ok... which has releaved me & aloud me to get him off my mind of where he is & if hes ok...
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"why would you breed them if they were unsocial? A lot of people take feeder rats home and breed them and sell their babies as pets, which really hurts the rat fancy because then there are tons of "pet" rats with horrible temperament problems etc."
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I didn't sell the babies as pets, but the ones I did keep were raised only with Rattus, she was an awesome mom.

After birth I had a cage built into the main cage where the mother & babies could live (its hard feeding babies when the others r stealing the babies for their own) but I learned that the mother would go crazy if I put her in the seperet cage away from the rest. so the cage inside the main cage worked out great. but I had another cage where I would let the babies growup only with Rattus. But remember I breed them as my own personal feeders so the bad genes never got out into the population of good rats. & I never kept any babies from any of the rats except Rattus cause she was the only rat with good genes the rest were imbreed or I had no idea where they came from or how old they really were.

& I was never bitten by any of the rats I owned, & I owned alot of them. Not including when I play fight with Rat (Rattus' & Mike's baby girl), Rat was special to me because she looked just like her daddy. (Mike was my first rat & I had to put him to sleep 11 months after I got him, he fell horribly ill & the vets refused to help him. but the day I brought him to the vet to be put down 1/2 the staff ran out screaming & the vet wouldn't shut up for 1/2 an hour on how he could have been treated & it would be best if I let him die on his own & blah blah blah... I was crying my eyes out & told her to please put him out... I think she just enjoyed watching me ball my eyes out... My dog Max use to go to that vet but they pulled a BS stunt with him & that set my dad off because Max is his best buddy, so we had Max switched to his old old old vet which dad feels their r very good with him. Max was removed from that vet cause Max tried to Attack too many of their MALE vets & we felt it was causing too much stress on him & the 2ed vets were mostly female, but hes back at the guy's vet & now that hes older he knows the MALES arn't out to get him... Hes always had a gruge towards MALES for some reason, but its been quite useful... I learned that if dad was trying to boss me around or would give me my stuff back or if he was tring to get in to the house when I was trying to lock him out (playing of course)... all I had to yell was HELP MAX & scream, hehe & Max would come to the rescue, mostly by deep barking or bitting the thing I was trying to get away from dad... but I learned one lesson never ever yell max help when locking dad out oof the house... cause dad had a key once & hes a lot stronger then me so he was able to open the door enough to put his arm in & pretend to strangle me, well stupidly I yelled MAX HELP HELP AHHHHHHHH... Max came in full force & grabed dad's arm & pulled him through the door while I still had my weight on the door, & shook dad like a rag & forced dad on the floor, but besides that being cool & totaly scary at the same time, Max didn't leave one bite mark, only slobber & bruses. He didn't even break the skin, but damn were the bruses ever black, dad couldn't use his arm for 2 days cause of the inner tissue damage... But dad said it was a great test for Max... he now knows that no matter who is hurting me Max will be there (this was around the time I was being sexualy harrassed at school & had death threats from the same guy (who Max liked)... Max even took on a giant german S. who ran up to me & jumped on me, Max won of course, but Max didn't know that I was friends with that dog & the dog only wanted to give me a kiss (the german was loose, she broke her chain again)... But once Max saved a friend & I from an angry raccoon who wanted our food & no matter how much we tosses thing near it, it still came to close & max ripped through the camper & chased it up a tree after he jumped on it... the coon was ok at the end... it learned not to come near people after that, but we left some stuff at the bottom of the tree anyway, cause at the same time we felt bad for it cause max jumped on it...

gotta stop chatting... just got word friend is going into ladour AHHHHHH... it'll be a nother screaming baby,,, AHHHHHH

King