Don't fuck with cats...
My old cat from back when I was a teen managed to exact retribution on me. I've spoken of him before, he was a crotchety old rescue cat, with the demeanour of a old man in a flat cap. He used to be called Sultan, but was rechristened Satan after I realised the true extent of his evil powers. He was ace...

I was sick and tired of finding him in the airing cupboard, sleeping on my clean school shirts, so I would regularly turf him out from his warm cozy nest. But next day he'd have manged to get back in and would be shedding scratchy black fur all over my pristine uniform.

Eventually I left my linen basket with a couple of hardbacked books in it infront of the door to the cupboard. I saw him try to prise open the door, mewing plaintively. He saw me looking and stormed off.

Next morning, I jumped out of bed, late for school and belted out of my bedroom door to grab a clean shirt from the cupboard...

...And fell over the cat, who had taken up residence outside of my door, like a malevolent feline doorstop, landing head first into the linen basket I had placed there the previous night.

As I lay on the floor, the cat stepped over me and walked away looking smug, as only a cat can.

I left the door to the cupboard slightly ajar from then on and we never spoke of it again.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 22:44, 2 replies)

of cats
funny how they always get their way.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 22 Feb 2008, 2:27, closed)

I can so relate to this....
Just don't fuck with em.....
( girlinthehole, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 8:51, closed)