Cats and the people that own them
I am very very sore at irresponsible cat owners today. I woke up this morning and as per our daily ritual, I let Mr Woofy out for his morning poo-and-wee when I discovered a very dead, mauled bird in our backyard. Now, I know this cannot have been Mr Woofy because:
1. It wasn’t there when I took him out the night before for his before-bed poos-and-wees (he’s an indoor dog so basically just goes outside for toilet, bone-munching and walkies), and he sleeps in my bed so he would have had no opportunity to do such an act.
2. Mr Woofy is actually scared of birds. He’ll bark at them, but if they hop towards him he runs away like the furies are on his tail.
Now, I highly suspect that the culprit cat is the one belonging to our next door neighbour because it is always jumping the fence and roaming our garage/yard and because they rarely take it in at night (I am VERY SORELY tempted to call the council on them for this), and I am now absolutely spitting chips. I understand that cats will be cats, but really, is it THAT difficult to bring your cat indoors at night?! Or to put a fucking BELL on it’s collar??
Seriously, there should be some kind of aptitude test that people take before being allowed to have pets. At the moment, any idiot and his wife is allowed to own ‘em.
If you enjoyed this post, please consider to leave a comment or subscribe to the feed and get future articles delivered to your feed reader.


















When I lived in that suburb of yours, I once woke up to find a dead possum strooned across the back lawn, complete with newly-born baby possums still in the pouch. We had to collect the babies and take them to the RSPCA. Awful, just awful. That event put me off cats forever.