Then I heard the CRASH. A glass smashed, pots and pans tumbling all over... I made for the commotion thinking -SHIT- another tweaker asshole coming through my ceiling. Little cocksuckers....
I armed, crouched out of the bedroom with a straw broom, and made for the commotion thinking, "I should've stayed in my locked room. I'm in no condition for a...."
It was a fucking cat. A ceiling panel broke, she dropped into the kitchen and went ape-shit. RABIES - PLAGUE - TETANUS - BIRD FLU...Not down with getting scratched or bit by one of these feral neighborhood rat catchers. Got the broom up waiting Gladiator-sty
le for the little bastard. It charged. I jumped the FUCK out of the way, and it flashed by me into the bedroom and straight into the window. I managed to get it open without getting clawed. The angry beast rocketed out into the night.Another day in paradise. Except she left behind 3 newborn kittens. Tiny, splayed out on the floor looking all helpless and shit...
Dazed and confused, headed to the mini-mart and got some baby formula ($4) and figured - feed them, put them outside, and wait for the mom to come back for them. Gotta do the right thing.
Long story short - feeding newborn kittens is a major hassle. Never again. Landlord came by the next AM, (by then another kitten had dropped down) and he took the 4 up to the rooftop garden where the mom came and took them back. Or, the dad came and killed them...I like to think the mom got there first.
I hate cats. But what're you gonna do?
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Dude, that's f'n crazy... okay, so I have a freak'n feral cat that invaded my ass, too. I've got this one tame, but now I have to try to find it a home.
After all, I am a cat hater. ;-)
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