I wish my cat never got out that day. I regret it, the little mistake made a twisting turn in the air, I knew something would happen.

Started five days eariler, Gator wanted to get some fresh air. I knew he wanted to go see his little girlfriend he has, so I kindly shifted the door just enough for him to crawl out. Night time came, usually my kitty would be in by now but never came .A. As a result if he never came at that time he would be companying the sweet old lady beside us in our neighbor, so that's what I thought for awhile. Till three days later he never shown in public, I started to get real worried.

At night, I called his name throughtout the hours and still no sign. I was starting to think he was stolen* or maybe even dead. I ask people in our street have they seen, a grayish tabby, a male manx cat named Gator. No body had seen him, and It wasn't hard to spot him, I MEAN COME ON!!! HIS BREED DON'T HAVE TAILS ( If you don't know, this breed has 4 different tail genes that are out there and the main gene is the tailless. ) There is no cat in my neighborhood who has this breed what's so ever, only I did.

* He was vurnible to be stolen, for these reasons - he didn't have his collar on at the time, making it seem he was a stray cat wondering away to eat garbage scraps. ( I don't like the clip-on collars, my cat loves to snap them off lol. )
- Also some people in our street loves to steal, which is great ~

the 4th day came and one of our neighbors came to bum a cigargitte from my uncle ( ew smokers, I don't like it. ) My uncle asked her about my kitty issue, and she said her kitty was missing to, which I thought was kinda odd. She said her cat was stolen many times before, and when I heard that, I became timid, and panic. I got dressed, when outside, then started searching in the streets, high and below for him. For some reason my bro. came and bugged me so much, I decided to go back to the house. Kinda glad my bro came at that time, because he heard a little meow. My bro yelled at me " ESTER I HAVE FOUND HIM, GOD.. THANK SHERLOCK!"

He came over to me, and I grab him, heading for the house. He seem to lost fur in paches but I thought he was shedding still, when we got in he seem to ate alot lol. He purred in my lap, as I scratched his neck, I started to notice that he changed in some sort. Something was poking out of his mouth. I was curious, wanting to see; I lift his mouth open, not harming him. I started to scream. I saw his whole tooth was out of socket, I mean It was knot out of place. His gum slightly ripped, hanging the tooth in place, and both ends where showing ( I got pics of it and will post as promise. ) The root and the end shown, with blood seeping out. I freaked out, not because he was hurt, but because I didn't know what to do. My uncle thought he was kicked in the mouth, so we had my cat to stay in the house tell we took him to a vet. My mom called the vet and my kitty is going to in their hands for awhile.

I was so mad, Animal cruelitly is wrong, but in terms I found out that no one had kick him.
I found the truth, He was attack by a rooster. o.O I'm guessing he was messing with the hens or he done something piss the rooster off at some sort. Then nature took place. I wished it never happen, but still it's a animal just like him, so I couldn't really blame the rooster. I tell you would is the blame, the chicken's owner, the owner in our neighborhood are not suppose to have them, if so they need to be in a pen of some sort. But he never have them in a pen, they just run in everyone's yard! >X[