Posted 24 July 2006 - 8:40 AM
When I got my first apartment, in the pre-stash days there was a stray cat who lived in our tiny complex - Billie was the cat's name, and we'd feed and water him and occasionally let him in so he could curl up on our livingroom floor and give him a scratch behind the ears. He was such a good kitty. After a while he'd leave little gifts on our doorstep, like dead mice which was always appreciated.
One night a friend came over and it was kind of late, we'd been up drinking and sitting around listening to music. Billie comes bounding in through the living room window, his head held high just prancing about looking all proud. Then right there in the living room as we're watching, he starts hucking, like that horrible sound when they're about to upchuck a fur ball. But instead of a fur ball, this nearly dead cockroach comes tumbling out of Billie's mouth. This cockroach was one of the largest I've ever seen, and it's legs were all twitchy - it crawled maybe a half an inch, then keeled over. The whole time Billie was prancing around the cockroach, and my drunk friend and I just lost it. We started laughing and laughing, we couldn't stop. The next thing we knew Billie slinked out of the house with his tail between his legs and disappeared for a week. I felt so bad, here was this sweet kitty bringing me a gift and I was laughing at him...
be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle