whitegloves

When I was about 17 my aunt asked me to watch their house and 3 cats while they went away for week. I was excited about the free house but was never fond of cats. Anyway all was going fine, except one cat was the biggest arsehole ever and spent the whole week crying and randomly attacking my ankles every time I got up off the sofa. One of the last nights as I was leavin the house the little shit tried to run out of the door before I closed it and I accidentally slammed it shut on its head. The door just bounced off him so it was pretty dangerous impact and I began shitting it. Anyway 5 years later Nounou is still with us but I’m pretty sure he’s brain damaged as he is now the loveliest, most affectionate cat ever