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June 11, 2003 - 10:11 p.m. Ahhh, the irony. I started this diary over two years ago, and named it CatAttacks in an ode to the fits I was throwing on a regular basis in my entries. I hate tourists, I hate urine odor in the subway, blah blah blah. I get hits every day without fail for "cat attacks". I always laughed when I realized just how wrong the concept was. Tonight, as I leaned over to clean out some water from the boy's refrigerator, the cat bit my foot. Essentially, I guess you could say the cat attacked me. I'm still trying to figure out what happened. I'm guessing he was right up on top of me and I must have stepped on him when I moved, causing him to freak and bite me. It certainly had the desired effect, if he was trying to get me off his paw or tail or whatever. I think I must have jumped straight up in the air. I was in a state of total disbelief as I watched the blood start to rise through the two little holes in the side of my foot. Don't get me wrong. I still love the cat. I will always love the cat, he's just so darling. I just can't get over how ironic it is. Catattacks was cat attacked. Ba dum bum. |
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