Friday 13- Home alone for the first time

Today I'm going to talk about how one Friday 13, I went home alone from boarding school, to my dad's. That was 10 years ago. 

The story starts when I was on my way to the bus, when I tripped and fell on the floor. Luckily I caught it and walked away with a slightly bruised knee, dirty and a bit torn trousers. Otherwise, I was fine. My hands were a little bruised. 

I came home, as usual, every Friday after that. Everything was normal until my eye said there was something wrong with my cat, Bullcat No. 1. 


He also told me not to look at him because I would regret it. I didn't have a key to the house at the time, so my eye didn't go to the vet straight away. To see what would happen. So I looked at the cat anyway. 

He had his neck open. It's hard to explain and I don't have any pictures either. The open neck was obviously bitten by some animal dog and that's why he had a hole in his neck. You could see everything inside. It was not pleasant to look at that. 

I didn't think long what to do I just told Daddy to take Butchcote and to go with him to get this sorted out as soon as possible. Daddy immediately went to the vet with Butchot. There they told him that he was going to have an operation and so he was in surgery for about 20 or 30 minutes. Of course, before that he was drugged. 

When Buchot and my eyes finally got home I was very happy that he had not been euthanised. Of course, because I had thought about all the possible scenarios and this one seemed to be the worst, I didn't think much about it. But when I thought about it, I started to cry. 

The pumpkin was still stunned and didn't know who he was, and when he and my father got home he started to wake up. He had some scarf around his neck which was really badly fastened (I worked on this almost all evening, I managed to put something up so that even if he scratched the wound he couldn't open it). What followed was a really fun evening. The cat was walking around like he was drunk. He was lying on an armchair and we had a chair next to him, when he went to the chair he swung once (I don't know if you can imagine for me it was really funny ( I don't have video or pictures). 

Soon I couldn't stay awake anymore so I called my dad to keep an eye on Pumpkin because I'm tired and I can't do it anymore. I don't know what he did to the eye then but I went to sleep and Friday the 13th was over. 

That was my Friday 13 from 6-7 years ago I was 13-14 years old. What did you experience for Friday 13, was it funny or sad. Mine was fun, funny and sad (for a few minutes anyway). Write in the comments!!! See you in 4 daysDon't forget to subscribe to the newsletter.

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