My neighbors cat ran into my apartment again today. I have no clue why this cat always wants to dart into my apartment right when I'm opening my door, but he does. And, everytime, he heads straight for the bathroom and jumps in the tub. I have a roman size tub, so it's not like I can just bend over and pick him up. I have to actually climb into the tub to reach the other side and get him. But, today, when I tried to do that, he started clawing at me and let out with some wild lunatic kind of hiss. So, I backed off of him because I didn't want to get scratched. "Here Kitty Kitty" didn't work. Opening a can of tuna didn't even get him to blink. I tried one more time to get him and he freaked out on me again. So, I'm standing there thinking, "you damn cat, I need to go to the store". Geez, I tell ya, I really love animals and cats are my favorite. I've always said that I like cats because they all have thier own personalities and they let it be known when they are happy, sad, mad or whatever. But, this cat. Geez. At least once every two weeks, we go through this. Normally he doesn't hiss at me though, so I don't mind too much. But, that hissing put me in an attitude pretty fast. And, that glare of his. My God. If looks could speak, it probably would have come out something like, "I am the demon child and I am going to rip your fucking eyes out if you try to pick me up, so back off!". So, I put up with him for about an hour and then decided that I had had enough. So, Yep, I did it. I turned the shower on after opening the front door. That cat was gone like a bat out of hell and left one long water streak on my carpet from the bathroom to the front door as he left. What can I say? I tried to be nice. I even tried to give that Damion Cat a can of tuna. Poor kitty. I guess eventually he will learn that I have my own personality too. LOL.

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