| The Batlord |
08-26-2014 02:00 AM |
I just went out to go smoke a cigarette and found a dead rabbit in my kitchen that my cat had killed. Ended up having to mop that **** up while my mom picked it up with a paper towel and put it outside in the trash. That cat is like the worst cat ever. Whether it's killing things, scratching the furniture, scratching at the door to be let out, crying and scratching at my door in the middle of the night to be let in, etc etc etc, he does everything possible to be bad or at least incredibly annoying. I've lived with cats all of my life and he is by far the worst. It's almost like he actively tries to do everything possible to be awful.
My mother actively hates him. My mother does not any hate animals. She is a crazy animal lover who used to come home seemingly every other day with another cat (or two) that she'd just rescued from a shelter, and even once brought home a stray dog who lived with us for the better part of a decade, before dying old, fat, and spoiled. But this cat has somehow managed to overcome her irrational obsession with animals. It all started when the cat managed to drive away another of our cats. He'd just harass and attack this other cat, who started hanging around outside more and more as it got worse, until one day he just disappeared. I love this evil cat to death, just cause he seems to love me more than anyone, and for the most part he also amuses me with his douchebaggery.
The funny thing is that all of our neighbors think he's the greatest cat in the world, because he's ultra friendly and affectionate to people. Not to mention being ridiculously fuzzy and adorable. He's now in my room, cause I figure it's better that he not try to sleep with my mom tonight.
All I wanted was a cigarette. Stupid cat. Yes, I'm talking to you, *******! Stop pestering me!
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