Cats have always brought me a weird sense of discontent. These innocent creatures don’t do anything themselves, but the situation only always occurs so.
Just recently, about two days ago, I and another friend attended a wedding. On entering the hall, we began to search for a nice spot where we could sit and settle and look for the groupie later. Now, it was a beautiful and cool place– glamorously decorated. She pointed towards a table at the end and we walked to it and saw some empty beverages glasses already which meant somebody had been sitting there before us. Well, okay. I pulled a chair and sat. It felt soft… It felt like I was sitting on a cushion or something so I thought, oh it must be a purse of whoever was here before and they might have just forgotten it here.
But when I stood up and removed the seat cover what did I find??
I WAS SITTING ON A CAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A WHITE FURRY CAT, WHICH MIGHT LOOK BEAUTIFUL TO ALL THOSE WHO LOVE CATS BUT FOR ME WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A VERY UNPLEASANT SHOCK!!!!!!!!!
So I let out a loud scream and these people turned around to see and.. talk about embarrassment?
Later when I related this to my family, my dad suggested me to pet one so it would take my fear away. NO WAY?!!! *