Some quick background information so that we can get to the meat of this thought as quickly as possible. Normally I just babble on and make puns till I get to the comedic meat of the thought, but the unfortunate reality of this particular thought is that it’s ‘meat’ isn’t very ‘tasty’. Neither is it funny. So here’s the background:
- I’m living in my parent’s house right now in Connecticut until Porter becomes rich and famous and he hires all of us as personal assistants.
- My parents have cats that basically suck and throw up on stuff and thus require me to sit around and try to find upsides for them.
- I’m a total wuss and am often scared from dusk till dawn. In fact, I was scared by that movie. Everybody kept turning into monster people and Tarantino’s acting was frighteningly awful.
Sometimes I’ll be sitting around the house by myself watching TV, or reading a book, or making homemade ketchup and I’ll hear a noise somewhere in the house. A paper will fall or a door will move or there will be a high pitched feminine scream. Normally that would scare me but when you live with cats you can just say “ah, that’s the cats.” That’s the wonderful upside that I found.
On the other hand, it would be really easy for an evil psychopathic killer to move around my house without me becoming alarmed. Fortunately one of our cats meows like crazy whenever a stranger sets foot on the property. The other one eats strangers.