I have a sneaking suspicion that my neighbours think I'm a little bit odd.
They have acquired a knack, over the years, of peering over the fence at the absolute worst of times.
Earlier today, my grandma, who lives just down the road from us, had a tree removed from the roof of her house where it had fallen as a result of the cyclone.
Her cat, Crikey, who flinches at the sight of moths, took one look at the man who had come to remove the tree and legged it.
Of course, I can't exactly blame him. That man had the craziest look in his eyes..
..Oh, and did I mention he was wielding a chainsaw?
No? WELL HE WAS.
But anyway, after the chainsaw-wielding madman had left, Crikey was still nowhere to be found.
I set out to search for him, because I just couldn't stand the thought of anything dreadful happening to him. He's so beautiful and FLUFFY! >w<
Usually when I meow at him, he replies, so I was franticly running around the place meowing at the top of my lungs, when out of the corner of my eye, I see my neighbours.
Staring at me.
With their judgmental eyes.
I decided to take a break and head back to my grandma's for a while.
And sure enough, there he was. Waiting for me.
The little shit.
I bet he had it planned from the very beginning.
*sigh* I give up on trying to be normal.