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Boots was the first pet that I remember having. My mom said there were others before Boots, including a cat named Allison Purple, but I was too young to really remember them. Boots was mostly a black cat, but the fur on her legs was almost exclusively white. This created the illusion of a cat wearing white boots, and that's why we named her Boots. Before I go on, you must know something; I did not like Boots.
It wasn't just that I didn't like Boots, but I didn't really like any cats at all. To this day, I still don't. They have so many odd behaviors that I just don't understand.
For instance, every time a cat purrs, I get really creeped out. What does this mean? I ask myself in absolute disgust. I never know how to interpret purring, but all I know is that it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Combine the purring with the kneeding into things with their paws, and I want to throw up. I really wish I could come up with a more logical explanation for why cats give me the creeps, but I can't.
Now that you are knowledgeable of my background as person who detests cats, it should be no surprise to you that my mother caught me drop our cat, Boots, off the upstairs balcony when I was 3-years-old. I wouldn't say I dropped her though, as dropped sounds accidental. I simply was trying to let her go, much like a supervisor would let an incompetent employee go. It was my hope that she'd find a nice new family to antagonize in the neighborhood. Unlike the incompetent employee, Boots came back, and back she stayed for almost another decade.
I once dropped our cat in a pond when I was about three. I just wanted to see if can't really could swim. Turns out, they can :-P
ReplyDeleteHa ha kids do weird things. Poor cat. They HATE water. You know, that's alright. I'm not a fan of cats anyway. Let em' swim.
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