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Ever since I bought the bike, I think it's been about 3 months now, I've been parking it in the "hood", on a sidewalk by a tree (the one that got almost cut down, remember?). Every night I lovingly stretch the cover thing over the bike, to keep it dry, clean and away from prying eyes and consequently, prying hands. All nice and well.
Until one day.
Until one day my ownership of my own bike was disputed. By a family of cats. You heard right. Too small to activate the alarm, slim enough to squeeze under the rubber band of the cover, they've found it fancy to cuddle all together on a large, soft cushion, on top of a still warm engine, under the safe, water-sealed protection of the cover. Too bad there is no cat food in there too, cause then it'd be cat heaven, obviously.
I don't mind all that much except the DIRTY footmarks they leave on my seat, and how by now they've managed to loosen the rubber band so much it hangs like a sleeve, flying off with every little gust of wind. They're also not afraid of me plenty, rather watching me with the "wtf, get off our property, obviously" looks on their little "faces".
wat do, LJ?
Until one day.
Until one day my ownership of my own bike was disputed. By a family of cats. You heard right. Too small to activate the alarm, slim enough to squeeze under the rubber band of the cover, they've found it fancy to cuddle all together on a large, soft cushion, on top of a still warm engine, under the safe, water-sealed protection of the cover. Too bad there is no cat food in there too, cause then it'd be cat heaven, obviously.
I don't mind all that much except the DIRTY footmarks they leave on my seat, and how by now they've managed to loosen the rubber band so much it hangs like a sleeve, flying off with every little gust of wind. They're also not afraid of me plenty, rather watching me with the "wtf, get off our property, obviously" looks on their little "faces".
wat do, LJ?