If you ever find yourself on the way home from a long day at work and are confronted by a meowing cat, shivering in the rain and begging you to scoop him up and take him to safety, don't. Just don't.
I was on my way back from the garage when Luke ran up to me and purred to me rather convincingly. It was pouring and I was racing home to get out of the rain, so I scooped him up and ran to the side gate. For some reason, though, this was locked and I don't have a key to the side gate.
Me, being brighter than the sun and Angie combined, decided to carry our cat around the garden to the main entrance. Everything was fine and dandy until we reached the Hauptstraße.
For you foreigners, Hauptstraße means 'Main Street'. It's also called the 'Fußgängerzone', which translates to the 'Foot-goers zone'. The translation means Jack, though - the real point is that cats apparently do not like that street.
I was cradling our cold and shivering feline as we approached the rather busy 'Hauptstraße'. As we turned the corner, it became painfully obvious that 'kitty no like...'. You can pretty much end that sentence with anything.
Kitty no like people.
Kitty no like noise.
Kitty no like master's face.
So yeah, if you ever find yourself on the way home from a long day at work and are confronted by a meowing cat, shivering in the rain and begging you to scoop him up and take him to safety, don't. Just don't.
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