Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Why I don’t like cats very much!

Cat on table

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?!!! *

 

5 responses

  1. ROFL!
    Awesome yaaaaaaaaaaar! This os even better than the vibrating phone my aunt sat on and thought an earthquake was coming!😛

    June 2, 2012 at 12:35 pm

  2. Haha, I don’t like cats either!
    Sitting on one might be a whole new experience!😉

    June 8, 2012 at 8:11 pm

  3. Hahahahahaha Maria!

    June 25, 2012 at 7:05 pm

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