Friday, June 27, 2014
I Am Not a Cat Person
I like animals. Whether it's a dog, a giraffe, a hamster, or even a spider, I enjoy all creatures. When my neighbor asked me to look after her cat while she was away, I was kind of excited. Having grown up with a dog, I never really got to see cats very often. The first few days were okay. I realized the cat wasn't very friendly when he gave me a couple of nips, but it wasn't too bad. Today, however, this cat was waiting for me at the door. When I tried to take a step inside, he swatted at me, and as I forced my way into the house, the cat continued to hold an epic battle against me. When I was done refilling his water and giving him food, I turned around and found that feisty creature blocking my way. It started to advance. I wish I had worn jeans because I was bleeding enough already. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on top of the counter fending myself off with a bag of cat food. I hope my neighbors wouldn't mind if they found footprints all over their counter. After that, I concluded that I am not in any way a cat person.