The $48,000 Cat Bite

By Jerry PDX and Nicholas Stix
Thursday, February 28, 2019 at 12:59:00 P.M. EST

Woman in Florida is charged $48,000 for treatment after she was bitten by an emaciated, stray kitten she had found just outside of Florida’s Everglades National Park, and offered food.

Sound outrageous? Yes, the explanation is weird, just read the article, but one has to wonder how much an illegal would have been charged. Of course, even if they were charged that amount, they certainly wouldn't pay the bill, WE the taxpayers would pay for it. According to the story, the woman who was bit was trying to get the hospital bill lowered and her insurance to cover more of the cost.

N.S.: There were two causes for the woman’s inflated hospital bill. One was all of the people, largely illegal aliens and American blacks, who use ERs as their family doctors for everything, including a runny nose, but who never pay a dime, so that the hospitals either go out of businesses or stick white Americans with the deadbeats’ bills; and the other, in this case the biggest, was the imbecile, allegedly a wildlife biologist, who felt the need to reach out to a stray cat. Heck, we’re talking about cats here!

I’m an adoptee of a cat named Oreo, who belongs to my neighbors, but who is often outside on his own. He can make up his mind if he’s an inside or an outside cat. If I see him when it’s really cold out, I take him inside and upstairs to his owners’ apartment.

I love Oreo and he loves me, and we’ve known each other for years, and yet I still don’t just blithely reach out to him, because often he is looking to scratch or bite me. That’s right. He plays a game, where he flops on the pavement on his side near me, and acts like he wants me to pet his side. I once fell for that trick, and he either scratched or bit me, or both. It’s so many years ago that I can no longer remember how much damage he did.

Since then, Oreo has tried to sucker me 100 times with the same exact gambit. Every time, I say, “Oh, no,” and stand up, and he sees that it isn’t working. He then pops up again and rubs against my legs, and lets me pet his head and tail, and behind his ears. All very carefully, mind you. He’s got some dog in him—from a previous life (he responds to his name)—but he’s still a cat!

An “uneducated” person would have either ignored the stray, or opened and left a can of food for it. As Sonny Corleone famously said, “You go to college, to learn to be stupid!”