Friday, March 26, 2004

Stupid Goddamn Cats

I was unloading groceries from the car a little while ago when Happiness, who is supposed to be an indoor cat, took advantage of the two and a half seconds I had the door open for to go dashing out of the house and under the car. I ran back and forth from one side of the car to the other for a while, trying to catch her, until she darted out and ran under the trailer. Eventually I ended up crawling under the trailer, getting filthy and scraping the shit out of myself, and managed to grab hold of her. But I must have grabbed her too hard and hurt her or something, because she suddenly turned into a screaming, spitting Ball of Feline Death, clawed the hell out of my arms, wriggled free, and ran off. Which is really totally unlike her.

I'm trying hard not to worry. She's probably off sulking somewhere and will come back when she's hungry. But I have to leave for work in a couple of hours, and I'm not optimistic about her deciding to do so by then. I tried walking around looking for her, but there's too damned many places in a trailer park for a cat to hide if she doesn't want to be found.

Damn. If that stupid animal doesn't come back safe, I'm gonna kill her.

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