Title:           The Hugbox Chronicles - Part 1
Author:          DumpSmarty
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First Edit:      Thursday 26th of April 2012 05:29:54 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 26th of April 2012 05:29:54 PM CDT

Something else I wanted to try was a series of sad, sappy stories.  I own four cats, and each came with a few sad stories of their own.  I won't be posting these to 4chan, but to anyone here that can stand a little not-abuse, enjoy.
 
>Just had an epic fight with your mother
>Neither of you want to see each other ever again
>Girlfriend tries to calm you down, but nothing works
>Two days later, mother phones
>One eyed fluffy pony huddling under the deck outside
>You agree to come and get it
>Pleasentries with mother, agree to try talking it out again sometime
>Take fluffy back to shitty apartment
>Fluffy immediately dissappears into the makeshift pile of furniture you're holding for a friend
>Only sound you can hear is the bell around her neck
>You're looking for her behind the couch, when suddenly you realize she's on the other side of the room
>She's nibbling at the food you left her
>She notices you, squeals then tries to run away
>Makes it as far as the cat crate you brought her over in
>Cowering inside, blubbering for you to 'pwease no huwt, I sowwy'
>You reach in and pet her, promising you won't hurt her
>She's still scared, and spends most of the night hiding in the furniture
 
>She's breathing funny
>A little research reveals two possibilities
>She's happy, if a little worn out
>She's in tremendous pain, and is trying to calm herself down
>You stare at her one good eye as she cautiously peaks at you from behind a chair
>You don't sleep well that night, wondering if you're going to wake up to a corpse
 
>Pleasent news at the vet
>Her eye is surgically sealed
>She must have an owner
>She returns to her cage as soon as the doctor is done with her
>Light whimpering from cage
>Home again, she's dissappearing and sneaking around again
>Hard to keep tabs on her
>Name her Chameleon, or 'Cammi' for short
 
>Two weeks pass with no calls about Cammi
>Consider the possibility that Cammi isn't lost, but abandoned
>Go into bedroom and nuzzle her forehead
>Cammi wakes up and snaps at your eyebrow, screaming hysterically
>When she sees it's you, she cries pitifully and tries to hide under the bed
>You catch her before she can escape
>She struggles weakly, hiccupping apoligies and begging you not to get the 'sorry stick'
>You shush her and lean back against the wall, cradling her against your chest
>You hum to yourself for a while, holding your face against hers
>Cammi eventually drifts off to sleep
>You put her back on the bed and pull a blanket over her
>You wonder what could have happened to make her this way
>Given her memory and quiet nature, you might never know
 
>Two months have passed
>Ad in the paper about Cammi has long since been pulled
>Girlfriend asks if we could ever give her back now
>Probably not
>Cammi is no longer quiet
>Bounces around the apartment babbling to herself
>Sometimes til 2:00 am
>You have to be up at 4:00 am
>One night she is next to your head chattering away
>In a tired rage you yell at her to shut the fuck up
>Tense moments
>Cammi nuzzles your nose and licks your forehead
>Continues babbling
>Contemplate sleeping in the car
 
>Two year later
>Cammi is with you every morning when you have breakfast, waiting patiently for milk from the cereal bowl
>She's not so loud any more
>Still your number one fan
>Has three other fluffy ponies to share your house with
>Cammi is happy
>So are you