I went to visit my friend Beth tonight (which was great fun), where I once again encountered her devil-cat, Max, who has hated me with burning intensity for reasons which have never been fully explained. I've never touched him, not even to pet him, because if I come near him he hisses and growls at me like I'm the friggin' mailman or something. Tonight I really wanted to try, so Beth held him in her lap while I tried to stroke his back. As soon as I made contact with him, he hissed and spat and clawed until Beth finally let him go in fear of being scratched. He ran to the stairs where my purse sat, minding its own business. He then stopped, turned around to hiss at us, and just SLAPPED my purse like a petty little bitch! All right before running back down the stairs.
It was so funny that I laughed all the way home in my car, all to myself.
3 comments:
Jesus!
atleast it didn't half-kill you. *reminisces*
*trembles*
Jeepers!! Amanda I told you not to throw things at kittys, they don't like it.
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