literally another aussie in london

are the cats in with the squirrels?

Obviously me and the squirrel community of South London are locked in some sort of death spiral.

But they were the only animal I had any issue with.

This may no longer be the case, as you may remember I had a trainer cat here recently taking me through the ropes.

This cat showed me that typing was not a way of making money but purely a way of entertaining the cat.

Sadly, I may not have entertained the cat enough.

One day when returning to the house I sniffed a rather shitty odour.

That odour was gas, lots and lots of gas.

It was hard to breathe in it, and I couldn’t stop coughing.

Quickly I made my way to the kitchen and found one of the hot plate knobs switched to full gas.

I may not be Vincent D’Onofrio, but the cat hair that was all around the knob made deduction pretty fucken simple.

While I was opening windows I found the cat, looking vibrant and full of life, playing with a ball in the lounge room.

Clearly this gas was not affecting him in the way it was me.

That is when I realised this was not an accident.

This fucker was out to get me, and it was no coincidence that this was his last day in the house.

But there will be another cat, and being that all cats essentially share the one consciousness, this one already knows my strengths and weaknesses.

The bastard.

Stay tuned, I won’t go out quietly

February 26, 2010 Posted by Jrod | living in london | cats, squirrels, wild animals | 1 Comment