TRASH
"Fuck this, I'm taking a break for a little while." You say and go sit down on the creaky back steps. The cats are annoyed that you're sitting in an area they consider theirs. One of them begins to hiss at you, while a couple of more "talkative" ones meow at you in a disgruntled tone.
"Fuck off furballs!" you say and begin shooing them away, all this does is anger them further. One sneaks up and bites the back of your leg. You attempt to back kick it, but it runs off before you can. Another cat jumps at your face, you just barely dodge it. You can see other cats coming out of the woodwork ready to pounce on you like a bunch of mini-tigers.
You slowly back off, still holding the scythe. You then run back to the trailer park as quickly as you can. The old crazy cat lady comes out of her house cackling again.
"Hehehehehehehe! You can't escape my pretties! My babies will harass you where ever you are in this town! Hehehehehehe!"
When you get home you bar the door and get out your guns ready for an impeding cat attack. Tina gets really pissed off when you won't let her in immediately when she gets home.
"Mel open this goddamn door! I'm fuckin' tired!"
You quickly let her in and slam the door and re-barricade it.
"What the hell's got you paranoid?"
"That crazy cat bitch has got her army of evil cats after me! I'm gonna gun down the little bastards when they attack!"
"What the fuck, are you smoking crack now? You better not be, because I'll tolerate your drinking, but I ain't putting up with drugs.."
"I ain't taking fuckin' drugs! I haven't even had a drink today!"
"Then Mel, you have just lost your fuckin' mind. You're as crazy as that cat lady. I'm tired and going to bed but tomorrow you better knock this shit off, because I'm not living with you this way either."
Tina goes off to bed, but you stay up all night waiting for an attack that never comes. Eventually you fall asleep in the wee hours of the morning and wake up in the middle of next day. Nothing happened. You were worried over nothing. Here you were thinking a bunch of cats were trying to get revenge and you're fine. You go outside to get some fresh air. You step off the trailer stair and SQUISHÂ…
Cat shit.
"Fuck off furballs!" you say and begin shooing them away, all this does is anger them further. One sneaks up and bites the back of your leg. You attempt to back kick it, but it runs off before you can. Another cat jumps at your face, you just barely dodge it. You can see other cats coming out of the woodwork ready to pounce on you like a bunch of mini-tigers.
You slowly back off, still holding the scythe. You then run back to the trailer park as quickly as you can. The old crazy cat lady comes out of her house cackling again.
"Hehehehehehehe! You can't escape my pretties! My babies will harass you where ever you are in this town! Hehehehehehe!"
When you get home you bar the door and get out your guns ready for an impeding cat attack. Tina gets really pissed off when you won't let her in immediately when she gets home.
"Mel open this goddamn door! I'm fuckin' tired!"
You quickly let her in and slam the door and re-barricade it.
"What the hell's got you paranoid?"
"That crazy cat bitch has got her army of evil cats after me! I'm gonna gun down the little bastards when they attack!"
"What the fuck, are you smoking crack now? You better not be, because I'll tolerate your drinking, but I ain't putting up with drugs.."
"I ain't taking fuckin' drugs! I haven't even had a drink today!"
"Then Mel, you have just lost your fuckin' mind. You're as crazy as that cat lady. I'm tired and going to bed but tomorrow you better knock this shit off, because I'm not living with you this way either."
Tina goes off to bed, but you stay up all night waiting for an attack that never comes. Eventually you fall asleep in the wee hours of the morning and wake up in the middle of next day. Nothing happened. You were worried over nothing. Here you were thinking a bunch of cats were trying to get revenge and you're fine. You go outside to get some fresh air. You step off the trailer stair and SQUISHÂ…
Cat shit.
