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Years ago, my girlfriend and I decided to rent a small house together. It was located across the street from the bar where I worked. She was only working part-time and had to borrow part of her share of the deposit from another friend of ours. The only stipulation that he had was that she take possession of one of the kittens that his cat had just had. She came home with the blackest, most annoying cat that I have ever seen.
I am not a cat person. I think that they are the worst pet that you can have. After all, you can’t train them and they just do what they want to. I would never intentionally hurt a cat, but I don’t want one around me either. So needless to say, I was not thrilled to have one of these creatures in my new home.
As usually happens when an animal senses that you don’t like it, this black cat immediately attached itself to me. It would crawl in my bed in the middle of the night and try to curl up around my neck to sleep. It would follow me everywhere I went. I started to think that this was a demon cat.
While most cats hate water, our little “darling” would constantly climb in the shower or bathtub when I was taking a bath. She then got to the point that she would climb into the tub when I began to fill it so that she would be waiting for me. So anytime that I started running water for a bath I had to make sure to close the bathroom door to make sure that I didn’t find the cat taking a swim in it.
One Saturday morning I woke up and was running late for work. I started to run a quick bath and closed the door, not realizing that the door knob was turned into the lock position. As I went to go back in, the door was locked with the water running. My roommate and her boyfriend were at the bar eating breakfast. I grabbed a robe and had to walk across a crowded intersection and go into a busy bar in my pajamas and bare feet to get her boyfriend so that he could get the door opened before the water flooded the bathroom. He ran right over and we got in just as the water reached the top of the bathtub. I began to scold the cat, but when she gave me one of those “So?” looks, I knew I was wasting my breath.
We had that cat until I moved out about a year later. My roommate had it for several more years until one night it slipped out through an open window. We have never seen it since. I can’t help but hope that it is making someone else’s life miserable.
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