22 August 2010

The Mafia Cat-a-logs

There's a cat in my neighborhood. He looks like he's in the mafia. He walks across the wall behind my backyard several times a day. Sometimes he stops to see if I'm by the winda. We have a love/dislike relationship...I don't really dislike him, he's just so damn mean looking with his yella eyes and his evil "Church"-like stare, that I let him think that I dislike him...I really love him and his velour pants ass. I kept a log of when I saw him in the beginning of the year. Even the neighbors call him "the Mafia Cat." That's my favorite part of the whole story.

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