the second reason why i'm not a cat person...

so.

there are only three other people that live on my boring apartment floor: the Lesbian with the Barking Dog, the Cougar and one Cat Lover.

singular.

uno.

YOU.

Cat Lover.

in fact, you have two cats.

and we all know who you are because your creepy cats sit in your window sill facing the walkway pawing their clawless appendages at me as i walk by...managing to scare the living daylights out of me every. single. time.

so, Cat Lover on my floor, i don't know what the problem is here.

do you need to borrow my broom?

maybe it was an honest-to-goodness mistake and there is a hole in your trash bag? and you just flat out didn't notice the poop and litter cascading down our steps like niagra falls during a flood? or maybe there was a cat poop emergency and there was no time to pick it all up?

no?

maybe it is something else then? huh?

maybe something much grander than my narrow scope of cat hatred can see past. maybe i'm just too narrow minded that i can't see the bigger picture.

it wouldn't be the first time.

maybe there is a hole in your pocket? yeah? and, maybe. JUST maybe, you are smuggling cats for The Underground Railroad for Cats with Loose Colon's?

hmmmm?

i don't know.

but, what i DO know, is that i would very much like it if you would pick up the evidence.

the end.


for the first reason i am not a cat person, please see: http://sideconversation.blogspot.com/

*disclaimer: i know three very lovely cats. oliver (despite recent behavior, see link above), holly (despite an alleged evil streak and a female name) and george (despite his tshirt loving ways).