Maybe cats can be suicidal too
Today was nothing special, I woke up almost choking with heat only to find that the temperature outside actually dropped. So I am as happy as can be, I almost forgot what it is like to inhale. Now I am accustomed to the new temperature and enjoying every minute of it.
I have done some odd jobs around the house.
The big news of the day is that my cat Nelson just appeared to have made a suicide attempt or just a very foolish action. I was on the phone with Hans when my mother called that Nelson was trying to get out of the window. So I went to my brothers room and saw the poor cat with his head stuck through (and also quite literally stuck IN) the luxaflex. When he heared me coming in he pulled his head back and he looked a bit punky. Cats are not supposed to mangle themselves through luxaflex. It looks like that for a reason.
Anyway he looked at me and then started to prepare to take the plummit with his entire body. He was halfway through when my mum started to get nervous. We are in the attic and both enormous cowards when it comes to heights. Neither of us looked forward to having to drag the cat out of the gutter to save his ass, because that very small gutter is the only place the cat could go, exept To A Certain Death about 10 meters lower. I know some cats could make the distance easily, but somehow I feel that Nelson couldn't. He is not an athlete (nor a hunter, a sprinter, a fighter or a cat at all, when it comes to this)and somehow I do not know if he understands jumping down would be a bad thing. But it was all solved when my mum pulled him back by his tail (no more cat left to grab), increasing the punk look and somehow insulting him. He is now in the bathroom, sulking. I know it is silly, but for a moment I really feared he would fall down. I just love the Big Fat Coward. He is the biggest non-cat in the Western World. If my biggest achievement as a cat so far would be catching a handicapped frog and then panicking out, I would be suicidal too. Who knows.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the amount of time I spent describing silly and unimportant things like this clearly shows that I have no life whatsoever. Please realize that you all have jobs and schools and interesting hobbies like sporting, clubbing and Big Game hunting while I am at home with too much time on my hands. So remember that when you feel the urge to call me and say I am boring and/or pathetic, just shrug and go do something fun. Thank you very much in advance.
I have done some odd jobs around the house.
The big news of the day is that my cat Nelson just appeared to have made a suicide attempt or just a very foolish action. I was on the phone with Hans when my mother called that Nelson was trying to get out of the window. So I went to my brothers room and saw the poor cat with his head stuck through (and also quite literally stuck IN) the luxaflex. When he heared me coming in he pulled his head back and he looked a bit punky. Cats are not supposed to mangle themselves through luxaflex. It looks like that for a reason.
Anyway he looked at me and then started to prepare to take the plummit with his entire body. He was halfway through when my mum started to get nervous. We are in the attic and both enormous cowards when it comes to heights. Neither of us looked forward to having to drag the cat out of the gutter to save his ass, because that very small gutter is the only place the cat could go, exept To A Certain Death about 10 meters lower. I know some cats could make the distance easily, but somehow I feel that Nelson couldn't. He is not an athlete (nor a hunter, a sprinter, a fighter or a cat at all, when it comes to this)and somehow I do not know if he understands jumping down would be a bad thing. But it was all solved when my mum pulled him back by his tail (no more cat left to grab), increasing the punk look and somehow insulting him. He is now in the bathroom, sulking. I know it is silly, but for a moment I really feared he would fall down. I just love the Big Fat Coward. He is the biggest non-cat in the Western World. If my biggest achievement as a cat so far would be catching a handicapped frog and then panicking out, I would be suicidal too. Who knows.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the amount of time I spent describing silly and unimportant things like this clearly shows that I have no life whatsoever. Please realize that you all have jobs and schools and interesting hobbies like sporting, clubbing and Big Game hunting while I am at home with too much time on my hands. So remember that when you feel the urge to call me and say I am boring and/or pathetic, just shrug and go do something fun. Thank you very much in advance.