Content will be a little thin for a while as I’m still deciding what all I want to put here (vs. all the other places I have my information spread). For now, please enjoy the story of how and why I punched a cat:
Picture if you will: a mild-mannered geek on the path to that restful sleep of the righteous, letting go all the stresses of the day. He’s earned this sleep, his day having been filled by the demands of the users. In his mind he hears the insistent tone of a digital telephone, signaling yet another person who ‘broke the internet’ and is being unjustly deprived of their time-sensitive work correspondence (a.k.a. pornography). Long story short, he’s tired and cranky.
So here I am, in my bed, which is right under a window on the second floor of my crappy condo. It’s 1:30AM. I’m trying to doze off and acquire my much-needed rest for the next day. Suddenly, I hear a sound. It’s a sound that cannot be described as anything but a cat fighting. If you’ve heard this sound, you know what I mean. If you haven’t, take a squeal and mix it with a roar. If you haven’t heard either a squeal or a roar, then watch more animal planet. So I hear this sound. The only problem with this sound is that it’s in two frequencies at once. To the trained ear, this is an indication that this is no ordinary cat vs. raccoon/squirrel/badger/whatever, this is two cats. Despite the fact that I was raised in a family of dog people, I have always had a soft spot in my heart for cats. It may be due to their aloof, arrogant attitude, or it may be that they’re damned cute. Either way, I want to know that they’re going to be okay. So I sit up and scoot over to the window. This window looks down on the 15-by-15 privacy fenced patio below. When I pull apart two of the curved bits of metal in the blinds and look, I see that this particular cat fight is actually happening on my property. They’ve chosen my patio as the location for their battle royale. This simply won’t do. Firstly because I don’t like to see cats get hurt, and secondly because if I have to see the blood on my patio I’ll feel really guilty about the first part. So I go downstairs (note: this is commonly known by my friends as mistake #1).
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