I am not a cat lover at all. I had one when I was a kid which I loved but I totally grew out of it.
My parents have a cat at home which is my sister’s (she lives with my other parents and my Dad is allergic so she can’t keep it). A while ago when I was home I sneaked in late at night and saw a mouse in the middle of the kitchen floor. Now there was no way I was dealing with it so I just went to bed. In the morning I heard my Mum shouting at the cat but didn’t think anything of it. Later I went downstairs and mentioned the mouse to my Mum. She said that she hadn’t seen anything so we thought that the cat had taken it back outside.
I went to leave the house and put my trainers on. Left foot – ok. Right foot – dead mouse. I have never screamed so loud. I threw the shoe across the room and immediately accused my Stepdad of putting it in there.
It wasn’t until I calmed down that Mum explained that she had been shouting at the cat to get away from my shoes and that she must have hidden it in there.
This is why I hate Kit the Cat. Unfortunately this has led to a distrust of all things feline.