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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009 || 10:04 AM
This may sound strange, but there is a peeping tomcat in my neighborhood. I kid you not folks. I don't know where he came from, but one day he just decided to hop up onto my awning and then he hopped up on my windowsill and stared at me for a while. I didn't even notice he was there (he moves just like a cat!). but then, I heard a thud and saw something move out of the corner of my eye. When I looked out the window, I realized that the thud was him landing on the awning. And then this peeping tomcat had the nerve to stare at me like he did nothing wrong, like he was totally guilt free. So I did the obvious thing: I stared back.  As we kept staring each other down, he decided to make himself comfortable on my awning so he sat down. After a while, he decided to lie down and I couldn't believe the nerve of this cat. I had half a mind to call the police but I doubt they would've believed me if I told them there was a peeping tomcat that was also trespassing. This cat was badass; he obviously had no trouble with breaking the law. Then again, I don't think congress writes those laws with cats in mind but that's beside the point. I wanted this peeping tomcat off my property, he had already violated my privacy and he didn't even care. So I threw a twig at him. At first he didn't move and he just sniffed the twig and looked at me as if to say "is that the best you've got?" I could see this peeping tomcat wanted to play hardball and I was game so I threw another twig at him and this time it hit him in his stupid little head. He meowed and walked away, but all the while, he kept looking back as if he wanted to let me know that it wasn't the last time I would be seeing him. And then finally, with one last swish of his tail, he was gone. I'm sure he'll be back though. But when he returns, I'll be ready for him with a fully loaded water gun. Until then…I'll just have to keep my windows closed. =PLabels: stranger than fiction |