so, onto the story: i'm looking after laura w.'s cat while she's away for reading week. for those of you who attended the biblio-halloween party, you may remember him? although his name is rocky, let's call him church, from pet cemetery, for the purposes of this tale.
he. is. evil.
i have never before IN MY LIFE been afraid of a cat. today, i sadly admit, that i was damn scared. he yowls and hisses and growls and ATTACKS! i have bloody stumps of legs left, i kid you not. i even have a hole in my pants. church is just not pleasant.
the first day he was lovely. gave me some rubs, even purred. the second day, he was a wee bit perturbed that this human was not HIS human. yesterday, i sent j. because i was sickish, and church was vocal, etc. today.. today he's the reincarnation of the capitán from pan's labyrinth. jesus h. christ.
there were actual tears in my eyes i was so angry/afraid that this beast would attack my head as i cleaned out his friggin' kittybox. he sat at the top of the basement stairs and made like he was going to jump attack. screaming at me. SCREAMING, i say! then attacked my legs again as i ran past him to the upstairs.
i have never, ever, ever been so happy to have such a pleasant, delightful, wonderful cat as riggs. sure, he's a biter.. but it's not like he's really out for blood. he's just playin'. church, on the other hand, is a feline manifestation of satan.
in light of my reinvigorated appreciation of riggs, a brief photoshoot:
2 comments:
i'm so glad you don't have to go see the evil cat again!! riggsy looks just adorable in his pics, although a little scared maybe? perhaps your tale of horror has somewhat frightened him? i think big hugs are in order. :)
hey concrete lady, to where have you gone? we miss you out here! :(
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