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Problem solved. I took the 'top' cat (whom I renamed Nacho) for a long drive to the countryside today and kicked him out at the end of the line. As for the 'bottom' brother (who's now named Kurt), well he'll just have to live with what he allowed his brother to do to him. Poor gay bastard.



The friendly hand that had petted and fed it since it had been a little kitten all of a sudden pushed it away. The car drove off and soon disappeared behind the horizon. The cat waited for a while; maybe he was going to come back? Then, following its instincts it started strolling into a direction that seemed to lead back home. Later at night it turned out that this was not meant to be its lucky day. The blinding light and the sudden noise seemed to have come out of nowhere, it couldn't tell which direction, it froze, it ran, and then it was over.