Short, yet hopefully funny post.
One sunny day I was casually chilling on my bed like the social lifeless person I am. Every so often I glanced out my window to watch the world go by. In one of my glances I saw my cat, my fluffy child, Fatty. She likes to catch birds and get in scraps with neighborhood cats. She was chilling in the middle of the road, like the brainless twat she is.
With no friends or anything better to do, I sit on the edge of my bed and watch her roll around in the sun, avoiding the odd car. 5 minutes or so passed and I saw a lady I've seen a few times before come around the corner with a pathetic excuse for a dog on a pink sparkly harness. It was a little teacup chihuahua thing. She kept walking merrily, not even acknowledging the useless cat in the middle of the road. Fatty got up and walked slowly away from the centre line. I assumed she'd realised roads don't make good beds, but no. She built up speed.
She ran up and took the chihuahua by surprise. She savagely attacked it. The lady was confused, it was clearly shown in her facial expression. She scooped up her pathetic excuse for a dog and ran away, she looked somewhat distressed. Fatty casually walked back to her place in the middle of the road.
I sat there, still confused as to what I'd just witnessed, I'd just seen my fat ass lazy cat savage a chihuahua. I have new found respect for that useless fluffy claw monster.
I love my cat. She never fails to make me happy.
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