I come from a family full of superstitions that are nuts but I inherited em and I can't shake em. I am more superstitious than anyone I know and it runs deep in the family on my mother's side. Anyway this Christmas I had the family over and what does my sister bring but some fuckin cat dragged through the door.
My mother was freaked she said don't bring that thing cos back when she was a child these things were bad omens mostly cos they used to sneak in and defile the Sunday goose back in her home town.... Don't get her started on the ginger hair thing that's like voodoo shit to her too....
Anyway, cats is one of a bundle but thing is I hate the fuckers too and this thing was following me everywhere I go and even crept onto my bed like he was waiting for me personally later on that night. totally creeped me out. She kept looking at me as if I was to stroke the thing and it was rolling around like I had to entertain the wretched fuck or something. She's so protective of the thing I couldn't even let it outside she think it might get grabbed in such a crappy area she goes on and on and don't get me started on her hipster dufus windbag of a musician husband thinks he's Jazz Rich cos he can play the fuckin drums in a jazz club. cheeky fuck I coulda strangled him with the cat's tail for boring the fuck out on mes the whole Christmas.
He even said it that he thinks he's boring waiting for me to tell him otherwise but I couldn't lie to the guy I just nodded my head going on about fuck knows what and bongo music what do you expect... You ask me you couldn't pay someone to look after this thing.
Anyway cats give me the Hebe-jebees. Happy January that's what I say. Anyone else?
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