cats are cool.
but sometimes i hate them.
yesterday i wished i'd have a shotgun so i could shoot some cats that live near our house.
imagine this: it's 3 in the morning,you've just seen from hell (ian holm ftw!),you're going upstairs to your room. at the door you turn around one more time and suddenly the light goes out (we have timed light). already alittle scared you go inside your room and lock the door. lie down to listen to alil music and read something to calm yourself before sleeping. the cd ends finally,and suddenly the cats start. you ever heard that sound,you know why it freaked me the fuck out. this half-human,surreal cry that sounds alittle like a baby getting slaughtered or something. fuckin hell.
i don't know how i managed to sleep.
damn cats.