After I realized Pepper only wanted me to have his puppies, I moved to attempting to love another creature....Kittens.
My neighbor's cat had a litter of kittens that always hung out at our house. I loved one particular black and white kitten (although I never named it.)
I was waving goodbye to my Dad one day. "Bye, Daddy! Have fun at work! I love you" AAAAAAAAAAAND THAT'S when it happened.
"Daddy, NO!" I cried.
Just then, (and I specifically remember this) Daddy ran right over my un-named feline friend. This is how my thought process went.... remember, I was in about 4th grade at this point...
"Bye, Daddy! I love you!" Uh oh, here comes the kitten.... "Daddy, NO!" ..... Holy SH*T that cat's eyeballs just popped out of its face. How is that possible? Holy SH*T, does that mean that if I got run over, my eyeballs would pop out of my head? Holy SH*T, that was like straight out of a cartoon. Maybe all cartoons are real. Welp, I guess that means I don't have a nameless cat anymore. I guess I'm stuck with the humping werewolf dog.
STRIKE TWO
1 comment:
holy crap. how traumatizing...
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