Kera, the crazy cat
I have a funny story to tell you guys. The other day, I was at mom's working on the Jeep, and the stupid cat got out of the house when I opened the door to the kitchen. It was my fault, really. I know better to slowly open the door, to check if she's ready to bolt into the garage.
I was able to distract the cat while I closed the garage door, but she wouldn't go back into the house, & she was pissing me off! So, for an hour I yelled and swore (mostly at myself for not checking the door) at the cat, trying to get her back inside because of a planned movie date later that day that I was going to be late for. I couldn't get her inside, so I let Mom know (She was at work), and risked opening the garage door to get my jeep out so I could leave. Everything was fine after that, I had calmed down and waited outside in the Jeep while the garage door closed, just to make sure she stayed inside the garage.
Then, out of nowhere, one of the neighbors from across the cul-de-sac approached my Jeep and confronted me. I said hello, but I was startled because he was stupid drunk & obviously had something to say. I soon realized what was on his mind when he asked me to show him what was inside of my backpack lying on the passenger side seat. The other stupid drunk neighbors by this time had completely surrounded the Jeep. I was flabbergasted guys. They apparently heard the commotion from behind my mom's garage door, and came to the conclusion that I had KILLED MY MOM"S CAT! I'm not kidding. They were ready to pull me from my Jeep! Lol
Don't get me wrong, I was *BLANK* scared at the time even though I found it amusing, & sorta feared for my life. I showed the insides of my packpack to them (I was almost laughing at this point), but they still thought I had done something to the cat. I tried to clear up the misunderstanding, but lets face it, trying to explain anything to a bunch of wound up drunk guys is like trying to cure cancer. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have taken off over the grassy knoll beside the house to escape them while yelling, "*BLANK* Off, *BLANK*holes!"
I'm dreading going back there next week to continue working on the Jeep. HehHeh.
What would you have done? Remember, there were at least 5 or 6 heavily drunk guys, plus another 2 or 3 drunk women egging them on. A mob of sweaty, stinky, delirious a-holes you just can't reason with. You could smell the alcohol in the air. I probably would have been torn limb from limb. I should have called the Police on them after I left. I'm thinking what they did was somehow illegal, but what's done is done. They probably forgot about it the next morning anyways. Morons. I absolutly hate people like that.
I should mention that my mom was able to get the cat inside when she got home. And of course she was fine. Maybe a little hurt from the name calling from me, but she knows better! The garage is off limits when I'm in there.