Catastrophy

Due to the insanity of my neighbors, the lack of due diligence by the townie cops and enforced by my own paranoia (which has been delightfully excellerated via Twiggy Fuck's delusions that the bitch downstairs might just be dumb enough to try and jump me) I begged my friend and co-worker to let me stay with her over the weekend while my downstairs neighbors moved out.

Of course being the crazy nut I am I insisted I bring my cat along with all of my jewelry, digital camera, and three computers (all lap tops). I boxed everything up neatly so in case my nosy neighbors happened to see me moving around they wouldn't know what I was taking with me.

After working nights last night I went home to grab a few things which included my cat. He rode loose in the car as I have always done with my cats. He was well behaved and only nervous when I transported him from my apartment to my car; resulting in my black scrub top being covered in orange hair.

I got to my friend's house, leaving my cat in the car for a few minutes. We sat down. Had a beer. Bitched about work, and my cat being a nervous wreck. I went got the cat. Carried him around the house to show him where the litter boxes were. When he saw the bunny in the cage (which is in the basement), he hissed. My friend and I laughed and mocked him calling him a tough guy as the bunny indifferently hopped away.

Next we went upstairs, and I let him sit on my lap while he was totally unaware that there was another cat in the room. A few more hisses from him and he bounced off my lap and onto the floor to bravely explore this new and terrifying place.

My friend and I watched as my orange puff ball began to inflate and strut his stuff around her house until suddenly her calico discovered movement. Before we knew it, my cat had doubled in size and was crouched near the door.

Calli made her move, charging Pipsqueak. He ran full speed slamming himself into my friends front door. We laughed as the fur was flying and the mentality shared between us was it was like two little kids working out their problems until we smelt something.

Judy ran to grab her spray bottle of water while I stood over the two cats trying to step between their scratching claws. Her cat took off with the first squirt, while Pipsqueak continued to puff up.

My stupid, stupid, stupid cat managed to literally have the shit scared out of him in his emasculating cat fight, and aside from probably giving himself a TBI from running full force into a storm door, Calli managed to give him a bloody nose.