I hate cats
I never struck me to realize that there was some truth behind those Garfield comics that depicted the fat cat singing on the fence late in the night, having shoes thrown at him. I now realize how true to life that comic actually is.
I was sick. The kind of sick where you don't feel like doing anything, the debilitating kind of sick that renders and otherwise "busy-body" inoperable. My sinuses would fill if I bent my back more than 45 degrees perpendicular to the ground and I was miserable. I couldn't sleep on the account of my room with no air conditioning was hot like you think of hell as hot, and I also was suffocating due to my sinuses' assault on my well-being. There I lay like an utter insomniac for hours until about 1 or 2am. I awoke to the demonic sounds of a screeching cat. My roommates and I stumbled out into the hallway and decided to take action. Jerren was a little scared of the cat because it sounded like a demon. He said he woke up to that sound and he immediately had the feeling like you knew a ghost was in the room. We all ran outside in our underwear driven by our disgust for this cat. Upon finding the cat my roommate Jerren and I chased the stupid thing about two blocks before we were satisfied. When we got back we all started to think up the most morbid things we would have done to that cat had we actually caught it. We decided that in a flight of fury one thinks of things they would never normally think to do to a animal or a person. I said something like, I would take out the staple gun and staple it to the ground! Robbie said something like I would shoot it over and over with an airsoft gun! And Jerren said he might grab the cat by the tail and hit it against the tree until it shut up.
Emotions can definitely do more than just bring out the worst in people, they can also make people think of things out of nowhere and threaten to do them. We decided that a screeching cat should be made into some form of Chinese torture.
I was sick. The kind of sick where you don't feel like doing anything, the debilitating kind of sick that renders and otherwise "busy-body" inoperable. My sinuses would fill if I bent my back more than 45 degrees perpendicular to the ground and I was miserable. I couldn't sleep on the account of my room with no air conditioning was hot like you think of hell as hot, and I also was suffocating due to my sinuses' assault on my well-being. There I lay like an utter insomniac for hours until about 1 or 2am. I awoke to the demonic sounds of a screeching cat. My roommates and I stumbled out into the hallway and decided to take action. Jerren was a little scared of the cat because it sounded like a demon. He said he woke up to that sound and he immediately had the feeling like you knew a ghost was in the room. We all ran outside in our underwear driven by our disgust for this cat. Upon finding the cat my roommate Jerren and I chased the stupid thing about two blocks before we were satisfied. When we got back we all started to think up the most morbid things we would have done to that cat had we actually caught it. We decided that in a flight of fury one thinks of things they would never normally think to do to a animal or a person. I said something like, I would take out the staple gun and staple it to the ground! Robbie said something like I would shoot it over and over with an airsoft gun! And Jerren said he might grab the cat by the tail and hit it against the tree until it shut up.
Emotions can definitely do more than just bring out the worst in people, they can also make people think of things out of nowhere and threaten to do them. We decided that a screeching cat should be made into some form of Chinese torture.