*grumbles* Stupid punk kids.
The neighbours cat who thinks she's our cat, but really isn't our cat as we have a different cat, was sitting on her usual spot outside at the kitchen window. She does this a lot, sometimes she doesn't even want to come inside in the garage. This leads to the whole street thinking that we neglect our cat. Which isn't true, because our cat is flat out in the living room living the high life. And even so, the neighbours cat gets fed and let inside on a daily basis, but she got sick again tonight (threw up in the garage) and when she's sick she prefers to sit at our window.
So anyway, the cat is sitting there when these two boys (I think about 8 years old) pass with their dog. Of course this leads to the kids smirking and letting the dog bark at the cat. Now, my mom and I are sitting at the table eating when they start doing this. We wait a second to see if the boys will just leave until one of them starts hitting at the cat with the dog leash. ZOMG, pissedoff!Jara.
I got up, knocked on the window and gave them the best death glare I could muster (our family is good at glaring). The punk kids look up and RUN for their lives. Should have gone outside and kick their punk asses. *grumbles*
The neighbours cat who thinks she's our cat, but really isn't our cat as we have a different cat, was sitting on her usual spot outside at the kitchen window. She does this a lot, sometimes she doesn't even want to come inside in the garage. This leads to the whole street thinking that we neglect our cat. Which isn't true, because our cat is flat out in the living room living the high life. And even so, the neighbours cat gets fed and let inside on a daily basis, but she got sick again tonight (threw up in the garage) and when she's sick she prefers to sit at our window.
So anyway, the cat is sitting there when these two boys (I think about 8 years old) pass with their dog. Of course this leads to the kids smirking and letting the dog bark at the cat. Now, my mom and I are sitting at the table eating when they start doing this. We wait a second to see if the boys will just leave until one of them starts hitting at the cat with the dog leash. ZOMG, pissedoff!Jara.
I got up, knocked on the window and gave them the best death glare I could muster (our family is good at glaring). The punk kids look up and RUN for their lives. Should have gone outside and kick their punk asses. *grumbles*
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