Cats were designed at the genetic level to
be stinky little bastards that prey on hairless monkeys.
Mine often attacked when I was down in the Reclusium.
He’d scamper up onto my work bench, knock
the tools off their hangars on the peg board... and then be
gone before I could bring my guns to bear.
Once or twice he escaped through my pile of scrap lumber
That is carefully stacked along one wall...
And it all went over too.
They other day I came across one of his little toys - a green
plastic soccer ball with a bell in it.
And I missed that little shit and said a prayer for him...