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Psycho Cat


My phone rang and I saw that it was my son, David.  What now, I thought.


“Hi Dad, I need your help.”  The last time David needed my help it cost me a lot.

“What this time?  Or should I ask how much?”  No sense beating around the bush.

“I don’t need money.  It’s this cat I have.  It’s nuts”

“The cute ball of fur.” 

“She isn’t cute,” David cut me off.  “The little shit head is crazy.  Possessed.”

“What did she do now?” I asked knowing how active kittens could be.

“She won’t let me sit in my chair.  I have to lock the bedroom door at night.  I can’t eat.  She attacks me if I move.  I know that she is out to kill me.”

“Can’t be that bad.  She is only a tiny kitten.”

“Oh no, Dad.  She is a monster.  She just looks small.  You have no idea how sharp her claws and teeth are.”

“So, what did you do to her?

“Nothing.  I did nothing.  She just took over.  Anything she wanted she took with claws and teeth.  I am covered with scratches and bites to prove it.”

I had to laugh.  David terrorized a cat we had when he was young by constantly grabbing the cat’s tail and lifting him.  The cat retaliated and David had the scratches on his legs as proof.  It became a game.  If David sat in a chair, the cat would attack his feet and then run. 

“So, what do you want me to do?  I’m not taking the cat.”

“Dad, you have to take her.  You’re so good with animals.  Tammy won’t take her back.  I already asked.”

“You got the kitten from your ex?”

“I know, I know…  Tammy probably put a hex on the kitten just to get back at me again.”

Submitted: February 16, 2022

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