about fifty-bazillion and four cats. And today, one of them provided me with great entertainment when he ran into the glass door.
Cruel. But funny.
Now this cat has some serious issues. For starters, my mum named him after a bag of Frazzle crisps so really, he was doomed from day one. He’s also quite boss-eyed and so always has that “oh, I’ve just been hit in the face by a frying pan” look about him (I haven’t, by the way, I’m not quite that cruel). He’s also got this crazy, feral streak. When we got our cat Elliot he went off the rails and wouldn’t let anyone go near him. He attacked the vet, who then had to go and call for backup to try and get him back in his basket. It was pretty much a military operation, I thought they might get the drugged darts in. Now every time he goes back the vet is sure to wear gloves.
He smacked my dad around the face once too. That was pretty funny actually, and it was one hell of a jump! My dad ended up with a pretty deep cut on his nose and I ended up with sore stomach muscles from laughing so much. The vet even recommended getting a cat behaviour counsellor for him. He lost the plot a little bit I think.
Little bit evil. We always get the weird animals.