So...not really a cat person. When I was 8 years old, my little sister tricked me into holding a crazy cat. It attacked me, and scarred my left hand. I was never the same.
I have two cats. But one is always on the lamb, and the other thinks it's a dog. So I don't really have a problem with those. But I'm not really sure if I'm allergic to cats or not, but they make my skin itchy and my eyes red, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say yes.
Anyways, I try to avoid cats when I can. When I see a cat, I cross to the other side of the street. When I accidentally step on a cat, I jump into nearby swimming pools. Essentially, it's a great relationship. They don't bother me, I may bother them, but they don't do anything in response.
So last night as I was walking around before dark to clear my head, I looked up; right into the slitted eyes of a grey-striped stray. You could imagine how startled I was when the scary looking Tabby jumped out of a tree and landed right in front of me. I darted around it and kept walking, but when I turned around two minutes later, I was horrified to find the same cat plus three more, were following me like I'm the Pied Piper. Then I pass a playground where seven Latino children are having a water balloon fight. I overhear one girl yell to her brother,
"If you throw that at me again Rico, I'll slice your head like Mama slices the chilies."
That was enough to get me started walking again. But every time I stopped and turned around to see if the creepy cats were following me, they would stop, and scatter, look occupied, and jump into a tree. It was so weird.
I think they're planning an uprising.
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