Aug. 29th, 2011

mizzmarvel: (mutts - mooch & little pink sock)
There's a cat that lives in the woods behind my apartment. It's black and long-haired, like my cat Sorsha, albeit rather scruffy and scar-faced, so I call it Bizarro Sorsha.

Unfortunately, Real Sorsha fucking hates Bizarro Sorsha. There's a little folded-up towel where she sits and stares out the sliding glass doors for roughly 23.5 hours a day, guarding her kingdom. Mostly, that's fine, except for very early mornings (think around 5 am), when Bizarro Sorsha starts making the rounds.

I don't know if Bizarro Sorsha is fascinated with Real Sorsha or is just an asshole, but it comes onto the patio to stare my cat down. Sorsha's reaction, unfortunately, is to growl very briefly before escalating into full-on screaming, like she's being murdered. Which leads to me stumble-running into the living room in a panic, half asleep, just in time to see Bizarro Sorsha make its getaway back into the woods. And I am filled with hatred for the world, which Sorsha looks at me nonchalantly.

It's not really a fun way to start the day, let me tell you.

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Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

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