Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Clearing the Air.

Woke up this morning ather early. Found oldest of the cats sitting in the hall looking really miserable, twitching her ears. I knew they were bothering the shit out of her even though I've been treating them and judging from the way she was I knew she was in real pain. So I called my vet-on his mobile no less- and made an appointment for her at nine.
I'm on my way down in the lift when it stops on the third floor and that gum chewing twat who never says hello gets in.
I ignore him, there is only so many times I'm going to say hello and not get a reply and quite frankly I don't mind silence.
He stands there reeking of Wrigleys and looks down at the catbox.
'Is that a cat?'
'Yes.'
He chews on this for a second.
'I didn't know you had a cat.'
'I have three of them.'
'Yeah?'
'Yes.' I should point out at this stage that we have now reached the ground floor and I'm waiting for him to get the fuck out of my way so I can leave. In the box I can hear the old dear shaking her head.
'I don't like cats.' he says.
'Oh ?' I say, and suddenly the red mist is there. 'Well I prefer them to fat ignorant bubblegum chewing fucking morons who pretend they can't hear you when you say hello-but hey whaaddya gonna do?'
He blinked and his mouth dropped a bit, I could see the glistening blob of chewing gum resting on his teeth.
I picked up the box and walked out past him.
Fucking people.

Addition. Deepest sympathies to the family of Michael McIlveen, the fifteen-year old Catholic shcoolboy who was set upon by a gang of loyalists thugs in Ballymena. Michael was on his way home from the cinema on Sunday when he was stopped by the gang. They beat him with baseball bats and stomped on his head as he lay on the ground, this gang of brave men. He died last night in hospital last night. I've been following his progress and I am heartsick for those who are left behind. He was only a few months older than the little goth kid and this senseless act has both appalled and sickened me.


14 Comments:

Blogger SheBah said...

FMC - you are a bit unlucky with your neighbours! Can you fix him up with the goth chick, she might be able to do a bit of a makover on him! Hope Puss is ok.

11:16 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Most of them are delightful, it's just him and the fucking Harpy. I don't get it though. If he never ever spoke to me fine, but why would the first real thing he ever said to me be 'I don't like cats' when clearly I am a cat owner. If he got into the lift with his elderly mother I wouldn't say It that an old person? I don't like old people.'

11:26 a.m.  
Blogger the anti-barney said...

You shouldn't be wastin' money on vets,tell me the symptoms and I'll sort you.

12:20 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Thank you darling, but it's okay, she has chronic otitis, and has done for years, but ever now and then it flares up really badly. Old age I suppose. I'm going out to the gym to kick the living shit out of the bag there, laters.

12:45 p.m.  
Blogger FINN said...

my mum is one for saying that everyone has a gift and a place, but i contend that some people are just a waste of space. like the guy who nearly ran me off the road this morning cos he couldn't be bothered to look before he changed lanes, and then gave *me* the finger. like your clewless neighbor and most especially like those ballymena fucks.

i hope you and your kitty(s) have a peaceful evening.

5:54 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Why do people do that, I mean give you the finger if they almost cause an accident. Why is it always someone else's fault? A guy ran into the back of me years ago when he was taking a corner to tight while driving a long haul truck. We got out, and he still tried the 'not my fault lady' routine. Even though I was stopped, with my hand brake on facing down the Quays and it was the BACK OF MY JEEP that was damaged.
I had to chase that god damned company for months to get my money too, the fuckers.

8:10 p.m.  
Blogger Foot Eater said...

You drive a jeep? Cool!

8:40 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

I love how this wanker just assumes you're going to apologize or something for owning cats. What does he expect you to say to something like that, besides what you did say? The neck of him.

At this very moment, I'm in my office, babysitting a student's puppy. Poor wee thing just got neutered and he's out of sorts, so she couldn't leave him at home. He's got one of those elizabethan collars on, and he looks...so...pathetic.

I want one.

8:45 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Drove, Footie, drove, a jeep, I don't have any vehicle anymore because it would actually cost me a fortune to pay for parking now and since I work from home I don't exactly need one. The cool thing about not having a full time car is when I do need one I can rent a super swanky one. Kinda fun that way.
Andraste, I find a lot of folk say stupid things to me about cats. 'I have cats' Oh, they're not friendly are they' or "Cats, oh I'm allergic to them.' Or 'Cats, three? That's too many' or 'Cats', More of an outdoor animal aren't they?'
Or any number of the stupid things I've listened to over the years.
Ah puppies. I keep saying 'I love puppies' to the paramour and he keeps smiling at me and changing the subject.

8:58 p.m.  
Blogger FINN said...

i thought of you.

12-hour workdays suck.

10:59 p.m.  
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1:24 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Thank Miss Finn, that made me laugh.
Audrey, did you move becasue you had two kids or why can you not go back?

8:45 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

fmc could you remove my rather emotive post. A bit to personal for a blog.

4:11 p.m.  
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