THE FLUFFY CAT
There was this time when I visited my brother for a week. He had a cat...named Shamoo. Loved that damn cat. Anyway, one morning my brother and his wife were at work so I decided to do some laundry. I did a load and threw everything in the dryer. Now what I didn't know was that Shamoo liked to sleep in there. I turned on the dryer and went into the kitchen. After a little while I began hearing this sound, kind of like mewarr..thump...mewarr...thump. I went into the laundry room, opened the door and out tumbles the cat, quite fluffy but dead as a doornail.
Needless to say I panicked. My brother was going to be home in less than thirty minutes and i was not going to be the one who killed the little guy. So I picked him up, rubbed him down with a fabric softener (the thing had incredible static cling) then proceeded to prop him up in the front window where he liked to sleep.
A little while later my brother came home and as usual he hollered out for Shamoo. To my utter amazment, the cat comes out from the window and runs over to him.
Ever since that day when i go over to his house, that cat avoids me. It just sits in the corner and stares. Like it's telling me,"I know what you did to me". I heard you are aware of what's going on when you're in a coma.
There was this time when I visited my brother for a week. He had a cat...named Shamoo. Loved that damn cat. Anyway, one morning my brother and his wife were at work so I decided to do some laundry. I did a load and threw everything in the dryer. Now what I didn't know was that Shamoo liked to sleep in there. I turned on the dryer and went into the kitchen. After a little while I began hearing this sound, kind of like mewarr..thump...mewarr...thump. I went into the laundry room, opened the door and out tumbles the cat, quite fluffy but dead as a doornail.
Needless to say I panicked. My brother was going to be home in less than thirty minutes and i was not going to be the one who killed the little guy. So I picked him up, rubbed him down with a fabric softener (the thing had incredible static cling) then proceeded to prop him up in the front window where he liked to sleep.
A little while later my brother came home and as usual he hollered out for Shamoo. To my utter amazment, the cat comes out from the window and runs over to him.
Ever since that day when i go over to his house, that cat avoids me. It just sits in the corner and stares. Like it's telling me,"I know what you did to me". I heard you are aware of what's going on when you're in a coma.
