Friday, July 17, 2015

Back from the grave

Just today, i logged in to my webspace and checked its contents, found this blog again. Damn, last post in 2011... Wow, i guess i really started giving a shit... But today i had a nice episode that fits nicely into this blog.

As none of you probably know (considering 2 page visits in 4 years) i married, and got some cats.
What is it with cats? We have 2 male Maos (brothers) that lived happily at our place for about 3years now. But a few months back they suddenly started fighting. And i am not talking about playfighting in any sense. They started going at each other for no fucking reason in "i will kill you and fuck your skull"-Mode and besides the incredibly loud noise, they shred everything that comes in their way while they are in RageMode.

I dont fucking give a shit about that in general, but when i seperate them, one of them seems to have forgotten that I am the fucking Alpha male in the household. When i try to be a decent Adult and just use a blanket/Jacket/whatever is at hand to break his eye contact with the other cat, and usher him to the bedroom, he starts fucking clawing and growling at me. DUDE? are you fucking suicidal, if that fucker mistakes me again for a submissive pushover, im going to punch his ass across the fucking livingroom. You know why? well, simply put, i dont give a shit...

Over and out