Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
f***ing thing.
So about 2 or 3 nights ago, I'm minding my own business watching TV on the sofa in the front room. Casper is sitting on my hand practising his Colonel Bogey whistle. Easy 8 is at the front door chatting with one of his friends (with the door open). All of a sudden, my front room is INVADED by this cat who runs in. Thankfully Casper is on the ball and flies immediately up to the curtain rail, whilst I grab this cat by the scruff of the neck, drag it into the hallway, and HURL it out the front door. Bastard. Casper, a little shaken (understandably), flies back down and remains on my shoulder for most of the evening, but is a little subdued and stays unusually quiet till I put him away for the night.
Now, about twenty minutes ago, I'm sitting here at my desk in the front room. Caspers in his cage. The smaller high-up front room window is open, and I hear some scrabbling outside. I open the curtains, and that BASTARD cat is right there at the window, having scrambled up, and he thinks he's on his way into my front room again for another go at Casper. f*** that. I launched a full-on punch into the cats ribs, sent him flying back onto my patio where he hits the table and slides onto the floor. He runs and leaps up to the shed roof. I dashed outside and picked up a ceramic shell-like ornament, and hurled it at him just as he's turning to flee, striking a glancing blow on its arse. With a yowl and a hiss he's into next doors garden and off.
I'm worried now though. If I forget to close my window one night, that cat is going to be IN here and trying to savage my little pet. I will not hesitate to execute explosive violence on that feline fiend whenever I see it in my garden. Its had its warning tonight - if it comes round again, the gloves are off. I don't care who's cat it is.
So about 2 or 3 nights ago, I'm minding my own business watching TV on the sofa in the front room. Casper is sitting on my hand practising his Colonel Bogey whistle. Easy 8 is at the front door chatting with one of his friends (with the door open). All of a sudden, my front room is INVADED by this cat who runs in. Thankfully Casper is on the ball and flies immediately up to the curtain rail, whilst I grab this cat by the scruff of the neck, drag it into the hallway, and HURL it out the front door. Bastard. Casper, a little shaken (understandably), flies back down and remains on my shoulder for most of the evening, but is a little subdued and stays unusually quiet till I put him away for the night.
Now, about twenty minutes ago, I'm sitting here at my desk in the front room. Caspers in his cage. The smaller high-up front room window is open, and I hear some scrabbling outside. I open the curtains, and that BASTARD cat is right there at the window, having scrambled up, and he thinks he's on his way into my front room again for another go at Casper. f*** that. I launched a full-on punch into the cats ribs, sent him flying back onto my patio where he hits the table and slides onto the floor. He runs and leaps up to the shed roof. I dashed outside and picked up a ceramic shell-like ornament, and hurled it at him just as he's turning to flee, striking a glancing blow on its arse. With a yowl and a hiss he's into next doors garden and off.
I'm worried now though. If I forget to close my window one night, that cat is going to be IN here and trying to savage my little pet. I will not hesitate to execute explosive violence on that feline fiend whenever I see it in my garden. Its had its warning tonight - if it comes round again, the gloves are off. I don't care who's cat it is.
