My Friend's Cat
My friend Barney got sent to prison for an uncertain amount of time. He called me several times after his initial arrest and I felt horrible for him. I believed he was innocent, but regardless, he was still my friend. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help him.
He said, "will you please go and get my cat and look out for her for a little while, until I can find another home for her". Of course I said I would.
I arrived to pick up said cat, and took her home in a carrier. It is weird how memories like this stick but are also fuzzy. I do not exactly recall picking up the cat, but I recall the cat's arrival to my house. Oh what a day and night that was. The fuzzy parts I suppose are the calm, boring parts, for which I have no real reason to store them. Fear, terror, and pain are things that will stick. It is unfortunate but I understand.
Once the cat was released from the cage, she seemed feral. She immediately attacked me, in a hissing, fur flying rage! I couldn't believe it, I had never had a problem with a cat or any animal before. I grabbed her as she flung her claws at me and I closed her into the bathroom. I sat down on the sofa trying to plot my next move and assessing the damage I had sustained in the bite and claw marks all over me.
This is not what I signed up for! What the literal fuck? No good deed shall go unpunished, I had heard sometime ago. Here was one for the books.
I look toward the bathroom door and I see this crazed cat from Hell squeezing itself flat under the door! My stomach sank as it sprinted toward me and leaped toward my face. I had a blanket beside me and I threw it over my head. The cat hissed, clawed growled and made all of the screeches one might hear in a full out cat fight, only this was one cat making all of the noises. Only the blanket got damaged this time.
I slowly lowered the blanket thinking, 'What the Hell is going on?' As I peered over the blanket, I saw this thing pacing back and forth and sizing me up like a boxer in a ring.
Side note: My ex was there at the time, he never got one scratch. She was after me alone.
The cat again sprinted towards me suddenly and attacked the blanket I had over my face. Again she paced back and forth looking at me. This was an absolute waking nightmare from a stupid house cat! What had my life become?
Eventually after a few more attacks and me living in fear of this thing, my ex got the cat and put her back in the carrier; upon my insistence. I told my friend at his next call I was sorry but the cat had to go.
Barney said, "Yeah, I probably should have warned you she doesn't like women very much".
"Oh, really? Yeah that would have been helpful information now that I have been ripped to shreds".
He had a family member come and get her from me and that was that. Thank God I never saw that cat again. I am still more of a dog person.
