Wednesday, June 17, 2009
And out of control
So remember the cats? They're taking over. This afternoon when I got home, I heard a very mournful call in the stairwell. That's weird, I thought. When I opened my apartment door to let in my friend Heather, a cat was rubbing up against her leg and then dashed into my apartment! It freaked me out so much that I screamed and tried to kick it. Heather did not seem to understand my distress...it was a little embarrassing. I'm just not a cat person, and so having it run in my house was like a squirrel stealing my food out of my hands. Not cool. Plus, Chris and I are both allergic. So more like a squirrel spitting pollen in my face and then stealing food out of my hands.
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3 comments:
haha, first it's the hamster. Now it's a cat! I think it's a sign. You guys are supposed to get a pet.
Yikes! I'd be distressed, too, and I'm not allergic. Strange cat, though, plus my own issues about cat hair, etc (weird because I have children, you'd think I'd be over such things) - definitely would equal distressed. :)
Rude! How dare he/she/it.
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