Asshole Cat...The Story.

Jumping on board the true life stories train, heres a little ditty about my cat. Hes a bit of a clinger and loves to get up in my business when I come home from work. I dont mind after a long day at work and love giving him the attention but I eventually want to get my drawing/internet surfing on. One of the big things he likes to do is just jump up onto my desk and get up right in front of my screen. It's cute but HWAY annoying after the 100th time. Hes a persistent one. I'll usually catch him before he has the chance.  This is one of those instances gone wrong.

Unwanted guest.

ugh...

pfft...

Off he must go!

something goes wrong.

And like a bomb detonator, my papers crash to the floor...

unleashing the hellbeast!

I try to keep him away, but hes squirming spastic convulsions are far too much for my fragile arms...

and like a ninja he strikes!

hit and run.

Letting out some kind of viking battle cry, I've had enough.

Fire in my eyes, I'm ready to kill.

I was gonna murder him. Hes cutsie eyes weren't gonna save him.

But hes kitty speed did...

I swear, he was snickering at me. Son of a bitch.

After spewing out some nasty expletives...

and weeping like a little girl...

kitty eventually got his.

Now came the pain of cleaning the cut. I didn't think it was that bad but apparently it was bleeding pretty nasty.

Dabbing the Q tip into the fire water.

I oh so carefully and reluctantly get it closer to the cut

Yeeea...at least i didnt poke my eye.

I fashioned a mini band aid from a regular band aid and looked like an idiot.

Chats and I eventually made up and got our cuddle sleep on. Hes still an ass.

Chatsworth Pendleton III