We had a cat yesterday

I woke up this morning, well actually this afternoon as I was working until 4am last night and wondered where the cat was? Then I remembered, he doesn’t live here anymore! That’s right, we only had him for one day.

The people who gave him to us have two cats, we took one of them, they failed to find a new owner for the second. They called me up yesterday afternoon and said the remaining cat was ‘depressed’ at being alone. I resisted the urge to tell them to feed it some Prozac with it’s next bowl of whiskers and politely indicated that I was sorry to hear it.

They then explained they wanted my cat back, and that they intended to leave the two cats living around the empty house fending for themselves in the hopes that the next people who rent it will take care of them. Personally I think they are bonkers, how can they be concerned that one cat is depressed on one hand and unconcerned that both will now have nobody to take care of them on the other? Then again they are these weird Yoga types (please note I’m not talking about the form of Yoga must people would recognise in the UK, this is the full on head fuck cult kinda thing), they tend to have some funny ideas about life, personally I always think these kind of people are just looking for a crutch or a safe place to hide. Thank god I grew up and put my ‘spiritual’ phase of life behind me quite some time ago. I must have been so tedious to deal with in those days.

Nuth is quite upset, she says she doesn’t like cats very much but I kept catching her talking to it and playing games with it, all she had to say when they drove away with the cat again was ‘ting tong farang’ which means ‘crazy westerner’.

She’s now talking about going to find a kitten, so all is not lost, just a shame we had to say goodbye to such a great cat.

Now what am I going to do with all this cat food in the cupboard?

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