so fuckhead the cat bit the side of my face AGAIN last nite right after i knocked on the wall to stop the eurohells from guitar funtime and my moment of glee and satisfaction was destroyed by two bloody bite marks by my right ear, cos barfing and shitting everywhere wasn’t enough for him apparently. though the knocking worked and i am happily anticipating a confrontation of sorts eventually, i know we’ll have a couple people over one nite, a friday or saturday (acceptable noise-making evenings) and eurofuck 1 or 2 will knock at the door and TaLL muye tu kype thart noyse duwn. feh. i’m just psyched i finally found the sweet-spot on the wall to knock on.
so i go to the bathroom to wipe the blood off my face and put polysporin on it and fil woke up and started complaining about the light being on and i was all YEAH WELL YOUR FUCKING CAT ANNIHILATED MY FACE! this morning i showed it to him and he felt bad. GOOD!
that cat was totally going for my eye, how would fil feel if he woke up to a one-eyed girlfriend?
people don’t do that to people why is it acceptable for animals to do it to their owners like ha ha he is just some dumb cat he was playing. no, he wasn’t. he knew what he was doing, he was out to destroy me. he’s a domesticated feral cat ie WILD who has nothing but scorn, animosity and extreme contempt for women and i don’t know why. it is really starting to pain me.
he needs a cat psychologist asap.
