@Tlic
We had a similar situation years ago when my old man had the farm. Our little whore of a cat Whiskey used to bring gentleman callers back for lights out and we ended up with a feral cat living under the chest of drawers in the bathroom for three days. You couldn't walk within nine inches of the chest because of a sherpened claw snaking out at you.

Until my younger brother Richard took it upon himself to cunt the cat in the fuck by turning the shower hose upon it.

Yon wild kitty shot out of it's darkened lair, up on side of the bathroom and down the other before shooting out of the open window of the second floor and on to a wheelie bin. It made good on it's feet never to be seen again.
(SpunkyMcSpunkbubble Diddled your nubbin on, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 23:15, Reply)