the price is wrong, bitch

bob barker's onto something. pets need to be spayed or neutered.

i was walking back from the bar last night and talking to dominique on the phone, when a cat started meowing at me when i was about 2 blocks from my apartment. despite absolutely despising mary, her cats, and the other strays around my apartment, i was nice to this cat and stopped to pet it. it liked it and purred a lot. after a minute i walked back to my apartment.

the cat followed me. and it had to figure out how to go around my building too, because the way i went in has a door that shuts. it came up onto my porch and stood at my door, meowing. and meowing. and meowing. i closed the inside door, but it wouldnt stop. i went out and pet it again for a minute, and the motherfucker bit me! so then i went back inside and slammed the door in its face. i could still hear it through the door from inside my apartment. i banged on the door a few times, but that didn't help either. finally, i just went to bed.

well, when i got up this morning, what was sitting out on my porch meowing at me? that fucking cat. i can't take it anymore with all the fucking cats. first mary's cats, then there's another one, plus at least 2 other strays, now this one. well, that's it, i've had it. if all these damn cats are roaming around here tomorrow, animal control is getting a phone call. the last thing i want hanging out in the yard, bothering santos and me is a bunch of filthy...cats.

here's a picture of the little bastard...this thing is pure evil:




i made it the whole post without a pussy joke. never question my willpower again. never.