So, I walk into the close where I live this evening, coming home from a hard days work, when I meet my new neighbour.
As first impressions go, it wasn’t the best, because… guess what she was doing?
She was kicking my cat.
As she and her inbred daughter were taking small boxes of furniture into their new flat, she was shouting at my cat and she actually kicked it.
So, I walk up to their door, coax my petrified fifteen year old harmless cat out from behind their wheelie bin, pick the poor gal up and give her a huge hug. I was absolutely astonished and horrified that anyone would even dream of doing such a thing to her.
So, the woman comes out of her house, and…
She has a go at me! As my new neighbour, who knew that I had just witnessed her booting my cat in the face, she had the f-ing cheek to have a go at me, for allowing my old, knackered cat to wander around the close.
This is not a rottweiller. As I mentioned, my cat is just old and affectionate. She would not hurt a fly. Literally. She runs scared from specks of dust, for chrissakes.
I just can’t get my head around this. Who the Hell does she think she is?
Unfortunately, I was lost for words. I just went into my house, with my cat, and held her until she stopped crapping herself with fear.
So, how can I possibly make this womans’ life a living hell for all eternity? And can anyone out there actually condone this womans behaviour? Answers on a postcard, please…