So I am sleeping/waking two mornings in a row, and out of the blue I get these dreamlike flashbacks to one night I came home 10 years ago in Daytona,and found my beloved cat had apparently shit right in the middle of my bed.
It wasn't a digestive problem, they were normal cat droppings, so I figured the cat was mad or something and did it on purpose.
So I am drunk and pissed as hell, and grab the cat by the back of the neck like mommy cat would, shove the cat's nose in it and scream "What the fuck is this??!! What the fuck is this?! You shit on my bed??? Don't you ever, ever do that again!" Throw her in the corner hard enough to scare the hell out of her (but not against the wall or anything), and keep yelling, because I was really pissed off. I am really loud and scary for animals when I yell, so she had to have been freaking the hell out, even if I didn't hurt her physically.
Then after I calmed down I see that the poor little fucking kitty had eaten a piece of string. When they do that eventually it comes out but they freak when they can't get rid of the catshit it is attached to, and start running all over the place with it flying and bouncing everywhere after them--I had seen this once before in person, and it is funny as hell, if disgusting.
But it kind of freaks out the kitty, they don't know what the hell is wrong. So on top of that daddy comes home and goes into a drunken rage and is apparently going to kill the kitty and puts her nose in it.
So I freaked again in a totally different way and start begging her to forgive me, and coaxed her out and was apologizing and giving her treats and making a fuss over her. She wasn't too happy but warmed up soon enough with the treats, but was still a bit subdued. She must have though her master was a fucking psycho.
So once in a while I would remember this and feel bad, but not like the past two mornings. It makes me feel awful, it's really bothering me.



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