I really do not like em. There's a new one recently moved in somewhere round here that is butchering the local wildlife.
I often hear squealing and discover the source of the sound to be this damn cat torturing a little vole or something on my lawn. Now the little f**ker has killed the little robin that used to come and sit on the handle of my fork when I was gardening. I was very upset about that.
Another thing, this cat and all the others in the neighbourhood treat my garden as a latrine. There's nothing worse than being on all fours doing some weeding when you suddenly sink your fingers into some rancid cat turd.
Enough is enough, I hate the damn things. They're not even British - they're bloody Egyptian. Send em back I say.
Anyhow, I've tried various things like lobbing stones but they always come back. Might reserve some space in my wheelie bin. Failing that, I'm getting my air rifle out.
I often hear squealing and discover the source of the sound to be this damn cat torturing a little vole or something on my lawn. Now the little f**ker has killed the little robin that used to come and sit on the handle of my fork when I was gardening. I was very upset about that.
Another thing, this cat and all the others in the neighbourhood treat my garden as a latrine. There's nothing worse than being on all fours doing some weeding when you suddenly sink your fingers into some rancid cat turd.
Enough is enough, I hate the damn things. They're not even British - they're bloody Egyptian. Send em back I say.
Anyhow, I've tried various things like lobbing stones but they always come back. Might reserve some space in my wheelie bin. Failing that, I'm getting my air rifle out.
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