We know you do. What, did you think you'd get banned, or something?
Posted by Hunter [24.1.13.62 - c83540-b.aurora1.co.home.com] on 07 March 2001 at 22.21.44:
In Reply to: I DO Still Have A Voice... posted by Red on 07 March 2001 at 19.47.52:
1. Chaos.
In regards to the cat... haven't any of you ever seen a pink poodle?! Why would a red (or purple) footed cat be any different? Yes, I have dyed the cat in the past. No, she never suffered any effects from it before. She had been to the vet to be spayed only a few days after the purple was applied, remember? The vet didn't really say anything did she? No.
I've seen dyed animals. I've also seen specially formulated ANIMAL HAIR DYE, in case that slipped by you. In case this also slipped by you, I'd recommend reading the instructions on any box of Clairol again. The bit about accidental ingestion being fatal? There's a REASON why their councilors absolutely do not recommend ever using hair dye on a cat. Or perhaps you require a little education as to the differences in the anatomy and phisiology of H.sapiens sapiens and Felis catus. Perhaps we should start with the cells in the dermal layers? And as for the cat's spaying, the vet did indeed say something. You wouldn't know that, because you weren't there. The vet asked why the cat had coloured paws; Terri said she didn't do it, that you did, and the vet, if I remember her telling me correclty, shook his head in that 'some people...' sort of way." As well, let us not forget one important factor in all of this -- while you choose freely to put this chemical warfare on your scalp, you do not give the cat a choice. You think it's cute, or neat to have the cat these colours, and go ahead and do it. The cat doesn't have a choice. If the cat had a choice, I'm fairly certain it would've told you very much the hell off the first time you did it.
Also, I did not dip the back half of the kitten into the dye. I was dying her back left paw, she squirmed out of my grasp and smeared it across other parts of her body. I simply rubbed it into the other paw where it was white before. I also took the kitten upstairs to remove the dye within 5 minutes of applying said dye to her. I did use baby shampoo, which is what I usually use on animals. Any animal. I did have a dog when I was younger and a cat as well.
I know you told Amber that you only dyed one paw. That doesn't explain the severely heavy and selective application of your 2RR Clairol Hydrience hairdye on both of the cat's paws, though. I suppose it could have bled to the tail, but the rest of it looks a little too intentional to be accidental, and that's what they're going to base this on -- observation. Or haven't you talked to the officer yet. She has pictures of the dye. Most of her back-end is still tinted red. And I do remember the times being laid out much differently.
Also, let me remind you exactly how much the kitten cries when I hold her down to trim her toenails. Surely, since you are all there most of the time, you have known me to trim her nails? And surely you have heard the cries that accompany that? The same cries you heard when I was dying her foot? Isn't it funny how no one ever said anything about that?
You've actually told me that you've never trimmed her nails, but I do recall hearing her meow in annoyance when you trim the paw-hair off. You do seriously need a lesson in the anatomy and physiology of F.catus. They're built the way they are for a reason. Perhaps it would do you well to learn how they're built and why before you go around fucking with their fur and nails. And I do recognise the differences in cries; I don't know if you do or not, but I do. And Quantum certainly does. Quantum senses and reacts to things, and Swyndle and I both saw him react to the sounds, smells, and chemicals that Chaos was putting out. And if you ever have cut her nails, again, learn about F.catus. They've got nerves in their claws. That's why it's recommended that you never cut their nails, and that you simply get them a scratching post so that they can wear them down naturally.
: 2. Residences
: You are indeed correct that I have not been back to Charon's place since I heard that Swyndle and Hunter had taken the cat to the vet. However, how about a little illumination on just how that came to be. I dyed my own hair, then the cats paw, then immediatly rinsed the dye off the cat. Once the cat was clean, I rinsed my own hair. Then, I went to visit a friend, drgnstr. When I returned to Charon's, Charon's mother informed me that Hunter and Sywndle had taken Chaos to the vet, and were on their way back to the house, and that the cat had may be suffering seriously, but the vet couldn't do anything as neither of them were the owner. She told me that Animal Control would be called on me for cruelty, and if I had Chaos taken away from me, it would be the least of my worries. She also told me that Swyndle had said he would kill me if I was ever caught doing anything to the cat again. This upset me considerably, and not knowing the extent to which Swyndle might take things, I became afraid that he really would do me harm and started crying. Charon suggested that I gather some clothing and the like and stay with drgnstr for a while, so I would not have to see Swyndle. I agreed, since Swyndle is so often over at Charon's and I already dislike Swyndle due to previous bullshit, (which I will not go into now, as it's been covered adeuquately previously) to stay with drgnstr for a while. Originally, the plan was for me to be over at drgnstr's only when Swyndle was at Charon's house, to avoid any confrontations or other messy occurrences that may or may not occur if Swyndle and I were under the same roof. Now, taking into account that Swyndle leaves Charon's very rarely, save to go to work, I firmly believe it is not safe for me to be there. So, until I can feel safe, I will remain at drgnstr's.
Three sides to the story. Always three sides. And since I'm sure Swyndle will post his side, I'm going to wait until that's voiced to bother piecing together what actually happened.
: 4. Me
: Okay, now I get to defend myself. Well, to begin with, I am not a fat person. In fact, I am not that large at all. I do wonder, Pif perhaps Swyndle is simply intimidated by the fact that I am a tall woman who weighs more than his skinny frame does? Then again, Swyndle looks more like a very scrawny teenage boy than the man he puts himself out as. I, on the other hand, am a respectable looking female. I am 5"10", have a large bone structure and weigh about 170 lbs. I am in no way the tub of lard Swyndle would like you to believe I am. Sorry to spoil his fun. And another thing, I do not have any desire to touch, be near, ect... Swyndle. I do so as little as possible. In fact, I really prefer to be in another room from him entirely.
So I suppose finding and posting the ICQ messages you used to send me about him would completely crush what you just said, and you likely wouldn't like that.... And, oh, where to begin.... From what I understand, the only people that Swyn is even remotely uninterested in ever taking on are Gremlin and Charon. He's not afraid of me, and I'm the resident maniac. So why would he be afraid of someone who isn't taller than him, but goes well over his weight? I thought that Charon would have at least taught you that -- weight isn't a factor in a fight. Ever. And, judging by what I know of Swyndle, neither size nor number bothers him. Swyndle, as far as I can tell, never attempted to 'put out' that he was a 'big man'. He acts exactly like who he is; an ectomorphic guy who doesn't like people. If you think that 'boys' are typically over twelve and around six foot, though, then, hey, why fuck with semantics.... However, I can assure you this: nobody in this house is even remotely intimidated by you. I'm certainly not, particularly in the light of everything that's happened, and everything I've heard. And as for the whole fat thing, I'd rather stay out of that, but I do know that you're about thirty pounds over the healthy weight for someone your height. Otherwise, I'm not going to voice my opinions on this.
: Also, as far as making accusations... Hunter! I know you did not steal from me!! I know this because you were sleeping when the money came up missing. Also, I never made any accusations about what happened to it. Yes, it disappeared. Yes, soemone took it. No, I don't really care. It is, after all, only money. What bothered me is whoever did take it didn't ask me, because I would have given it to them anyways. But it water under the bridge, is it not?
Considering the circumstances, I'd love to let that slide, since I've only heard it from a couple of people that you said I was the one who did it. What bothers me most about the situation is the impossibility of it all, including what you just said. The day prior, you'd told a few people you were going off to use said $100. to pay your fine stemming from the little credit card incident. The next day, you made the same claim, left the house for a minute, came back in, and the next thing I know, there's a huge conference in the basement in which everyone in the house is accused of a thef that had apparently happened the night before. To map out the night before: I was asleep. While I was asleep in the room that I'm permitted to sleep in, Gremlin was crashed out on the half-couch, reading a book for most of the night. Right next to the coffee table where your purse was lying. And I believe Charon and, was it Bobby or Sean, were on the computer most of the night. While you and Tara were cleaning stuff. So, unless it happened after Grem passed out, or unless you're going to claim he did it, it didn't happen then. And considering you claimed to have moved your purse shortly thereafter, nobody else had a chance. So, the two or three people who said they were told I did it by you will hopefully read this and understand that there was no way I could've. And if anyone else has heard anything different from you, I'm hoping they'll also read this, and understand. Because nobody on this side of the issue likes being accused of things they could've possibly have done.
5. Helga
No, Swyndle, Helga is not me. Her name is J***e. She was a friend of both Amber and I for a while, but I personally have not spoken to her in a few months.
We know who she is; we know her name. I've been talking to Amber. Funny, the people you meet.... And I suppose that about wraps this up. ~Hunter
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