(if you are a cat lover, you may want to quit reading now)
For the past few weeks we have had an extra cat.
It has been eating Mia's food.
Hanging out in our garage.
Staring at me thru the windows.
Everytime I was in the living room/dining room area.
If I happened to look out the window.
There was that cat.
Orange, puffy and mangy looking.
Always sitting in the yard staring at me.
I named it "Stalker Cat".
I killed it.
Backing out of the garage to take Ezzie to school.
For a split second I thought it was Mia.
Then I saw Stalker Cat running across the yard.
It's back-end looking a little smashed.
It ran to our hedges and laid down.
10 minutes later.
I call animal control.
Left a message.
They finally call back.
They ask: Is it dead?
I say: I don't know.
I'm not getting close enough to find out.
But it hasn't moved for the past hour.
So I'm guessing it is.
Stalker Cat was placed in a black bag.
Put in the back of the animal control pick-up.
And away it went.
Mia will miss you.Or, maybe not.
Since you were eating all her food.
So, I've felt a little out of sorts all day.
I didn't really like the cat.
But I wasn't out to kill the poor thing either.
Now, I'm a cat killer.
I figured I'd better do something nice.
Chocolate waffle cookies.
We haven't had them for months.
And Brookie has soccer practice tonight.
Her team loves them.
I tripled the recipe.
And now they are ready to go.
I will deliver them to practice.
To absolve myself of the murder.
Poor Stalker Cat.
Poor, poor Stalker Cat.
1 month ago