There is an old occult maxim which declares that—" Nothing is concealed from him who knows." No Mason is bound to conceal that which he has never learned in the Lodge. All else he receives as he learns any thing, places his own estimate upon its value, and becomes individually responsible for its use. It must be a matter of conscience, and be weighed in the balance of duty, and every one must abide by the result. If Masonry has lost the Royal Secret, or if it never possessed it, or if it was wrenched away in the very name of Religion little more than a century ago, all the same, it belongs to the Craft as the Heir-apparent of the Old Wisdom. But the time has come when no cable-tow can bind it. It now belongs to Humanity equally with the Mason. To this end has it been preserved throughout the centuries.

Friday, February 18, 2011

It's Not My Cat

So this is the deal, the other day, early in the morning, Deb my wife awakens me. She’s upset because the stray cat that roams my yard is dragging his hind leg, it was pretty bad.
No animal should suffer, know this I caught the stray, took it to the locals Vet.
When I got to the Vet they asked me about the cat. I told them it was a stray, he had been around awhile, but I didn’t no who he belonged to.
They asked me to take him out of the crate, and asked if he bit.
I said I didn’t know, he was a stray. I took him out.
The Vet looked at his leg and said it looked like a serious bite, but she would have to shave the cat’s leg and put him under. She asked my permission.
I said it’s not my cat.
She asked me if he was up to date with his shots.
I said I don’t know, he’s not my cat.
She said all cats are required to have a Rabies vaccine. I said I knew that, but it wasn’t my cat.
She said she should check for feline AIDS and Leukemia, I agreed, good idea.
I noticed the cat was a male, huge testicles. I brought that to the attention of the Vet and said she should probably fix him. She agreed.
They told me to pick up the stray in the morning.

The next day I went to retrieve the stray.
He looked weird, plastic collar that stuck out like a reversed hat, shaved ass end, and tubes sticking out of his poor hairless leg.
They told me to keep him isolated for a week. I said he’s not my cat.
He needs medicine morning and night. I said that sucks.
I paid $666.00, no shit!! It’s not even my cat!!
I named him Buddha..

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