Cat = Evildoer
In January this year, my honey sweetpie cat has died.
A few days after, my colleague showed me a picture of his cat and told me, he would give me - if I like her! - this freaky blue cat because he has not enough time for her.
After sorting out this thing with the reign, the freaky blue cat moved in.
Oh. She's really freaky, a sort of member in a occult secret circle.
You're asking why? I'll tell you. I go to bed, every evening and every evening it's getting worse - that freaky blue cat is hell on paws, I swear! Barely I am lying, she runs over my pillow and I feel like I'm coming under a train. Then, she waits. She has a lot of patience, she purrs and it seems, that she is a quiet normal cat like the one of the sheba ad. BUT - soon I fall asleep (I normally have no problem to get to sleep!), she starts up. Feets are something to eat, why else would they smell like cheese? She scratches, she bites, no longer purring but gnarling. She runs over my pillow like the russian invasion and digs in my hair - and, lucky her, if she finds an ear..guess what..
Well, about 2 o'clock, it's the first time she leaves bed - not unsolicited. Then it's again quiet and peaceful. I wrap me in my duvet, I shake my pilloy and fall asleep. But just for a short time - cheeky devil is rolling on! She creeps under my duvet - after that, my calf looks like a meat skewer. I put her away, turn over and wrap the duvet around me. I fix it between mattress and betframe. I fall asleep.
Amazed, that I'll be awaked an hour later? Not really - that goddamned crosspatch has biten me in the bottom, could that be true? I scold her - and I swear she laughed at me!
So it goes on, night after night. And don't ask me, if I'm tired, I AM.
The next thing, I plead for is a door for the bedroom.
A few days after, my colleague showed me a picture of his cat and told me, he would give me - if I like her! - this freaky blue cat because he has not enough time for her.
After sorting out this thing with the reign, the freaky blue cat moved in.
Oh. She's really freaky, a sort of member in a occult secret circle.
You're asking why? I'll tell you. I go to bed, every evening and every evening it's getting worse - that freaky blue cat is hell on paws, I swear! Barely I am lying, she runs over my pillow and I feel like I'm coming under a train. Then, she waits. She has a lot of patience, she purrs and it seems, that she is a quiet normal cat like the one of the sheba ad. BUT - soon I fall asleep (I normally have no problem to get to sleep!), she starts up. Feets are something to eat, why else would they smell like cheese? She scratches, she bites, no longer purring but gnarling. She runs over my pillow like the russian invasion and digs in my hair - and, lucky her, if she finds an ear..guess what..
Well, about 2 o'clock, it's the first time she leaves bed - not unsolicited. Then it's again quiet and peaceful. I wrap me in my duvet, I shake my pilloy and fall asleep. But just for a short time - cheeky devil is rolling on! She creeps under my duvet - after that, my calf looks like a meat skewer. I put her away, turn over and wrap the duvet around me. I fix it between mattress and betframe. I fall asleep.
Amazed, that I'll be awaked an hour later? Not really - that goddamned crosspatch has biten me in the bottom, could that be true? I scold her - and I swear she laughed at me!
So it goes on, night after night. And don't ask me, if I'm tired, I AM.
The next thing, I plead for is a door for the bedroom.
posted by Ms Ironic at 12:53 pm
1 Comments:
There was once a nice young cat that lived with us. Wasn't ours but lived with us. Every morning when one came from the kitchen with a mug of coffee she was waiting under the table that one had to pass in order to get to the living room. When the sleepy walker was in reach she sprang out like a fury and tried to bite and scratch the sleepy legs passing by. This went on for weeks and we lost several coffee mugs in the process. One morning I was a little more awake and a little more pissed than usual when she hanged in my legs. I put the mug down, catched the cat and bite her with a growl in her front legs and paws. She was deeply shocked and ran away.
She never ever did it again. Give it a try ;)
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