die, kitty, die! March 30, 2006
My roommate’s cat is evil. I’m a dog person, but I don’t have anything against cats. Or at least I didn’t before I lived with one. Shannon and her daughter like cats and dogs, but they are crazy about cats. Katherine has picked up stray kittens since she was a child. This cat, Ellis, was her first officially adopted child and she has catered to him and indulged him since birth. She’s like Damian’s mother in The Omen. She thinks he’s a normal, loving child, if maybe a little precocious and withdrawn. I can see that he is a slick, manipulative, demented killer, and I’m afraid to be left alone with him.
This morning, I was awakened by the sound of breaking glass hitting the floor. I had trouble sleeping last night, so I had slept through Ellis’ usual repertoire of tactics that he uses to wake us up in the morning. Good god, she had left me alone with him all night. I found a wet pile of glass where he had knocked the remains of a drink off the table in the living room. He wanted to go outside and torture smaller creatures than himself, and I wasn’t opening the door fast enough for him. I went outside to get the paper, and as he ran past me I smacked him on the butt with it. “Get out, you hateful feline!”
Oh, how I miss my happy, yippy, goofy Jackie Onassis! You never have to wonder if a toy poodle is possessed by demons.
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- Author : dangerblond
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