my little disabled cat was always doomed from the first day I met her. she was so small and sick and she developed a degenerative bone disorder and she had to learn to walk again and had spine surgery that cost us around $9000 or more dollars I loved her from the moment I seen her she was so small and I think her mother was a wild persian cat that was dumped or something and she was about 4 weeks old I pity her mother so much. I pity her sibblings as well and wonder what happened to them. if they had the same disorders and were wild or killed. I guess everything is wild and shot dead and killed , I myself would prefer to be shot dead on the road then in any hospital for sure. anwyay we are a pitiful spasitc hopeless lot with phobias and paranoina and I have all kinds of health and emotional problems I am not even allowed to talk about incase I offend the violent. yeh, its great living like this and I would love to see more of the world forced to live like this poverty hovel squallor shopping addiction no romance no friends and no job life. I think it would do the world a lot of good to experience this and more suffering that I have. looking forward to seeing the next terrorism attack so long as I am not in it.