My cat got me in big trouble a while ago. Here's how.
My job requires me to be gone months at a time, and my weird neighbours don't know that. They have no idea what I do for a living. They tell their kids and any other kids they know to stay away from my house because anything could be going on in there.
One day, I got home for the first time in 2 months. My neighbours peered out their window watching me and my cat.
That night, my cat got a furball stuck in his throat. He was coughing so hard trying to get it out, but it wasn't working. I was scared and worried for my cat. I phoned the vet. He told me to rub vaseline on the cats paws, then the cat will lick the vaseline off his paws then the furball will come out. My cat did not agree to this procedure. He ran away, and there I was, chasing my cat accross the front lawn with a jar of vaseline in my hand.
I used to work at the library. It was the best job EVER! I was all alone and I could put the books wherever I wanted. So I abused that right. I put all the books about claustrophobia in a tiny room at the back of the library, I put the books about fear of heights on the top shelves and I put the books about paranoia everywhere so that no matter where you went, you saw them.
"Hey, Eric, come to my house for dinner tonight."
" Sorry, I can't, I'm allergic to cats."
"Okay, I'll cook something else."
My dad got me this Mickey Mouse nightlight for me when I was a kid because I was scared of the dark. At night, the shadow of Mickey's ears crawled up the side of my wall, onto the roof and loomed over my bed. It scared the hell out of me every night and I couldn't sleep for weeks. The guy in my closed said we were freaks.
Moved: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:28 pm by CanadianSmurf
