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- Apr 17, 2020
Hello, it is your friend Cats here. Gather 'round the campfire for a Tale:
This happened in the late 1990s when I was a tinytot. My mom had a work friend who had a son around my age and who I had never met before and one day her friend asked my mom to watch him for a day. So this kid comes over to my place around 2pm. He looked weird. He looked like a fish. He had creepy, pale white fish-flesh and bulging eyes that looked like they set behind some sort of membrane, and what I now know was probably a profoundly severe case of foetal alcohol. My mom went into her bedroom to watch TV and left us in the living room of the condo. It is important to note that our floors were 100% tile at the time.
The kid freaked me out so I told him he could stay down there and play Nintendo while I went upstairs to draw, figuring that would surely give him something to distract that weird little freak. I had gone upstairs for a few minutes when I hear this awful howl noise and a frantic sound of clattering all over the downstairs. I come rushing down just as my mom exited her bedroom to see what was up and it turns out to be a nightmare. To pre-face the next part I had left a handful of toys downstairs, being an only child my stuff was pretty much scattered everywhere.
This little fucking freak had taken one of my Swamp Thing action figures, the one that had a retractable fist on a string, and shoved the fist part up my cat's anus so that the figure itself was dangling by the string onto the tile floor. This cat was panicking and bolting around the house and the figurine was clattering on the floor and making a horrible racket. My mom is standing slack jawed at the door of her bedroom with me frozen in place on the stairs just gawking in disbelief at this kid, who is watching the cat with a stonefaced expression. I think we both began yelling at him at the same time.
She immediately called his mom and made her come get her little fucking demented mutant immediately, and I never saw him again.
(Of course the cat was taken care of as soon as we were able to get ahold of it and was taken to the vet for a checkup. he was okay)
Pictured: The Figurine
Pictured: the living room of the condo where the attack took place...I found it on a realtor site and it looks a lot different than it did in the 1990s
This happened in the late 1990s when I was a tinytot. My mom had a work friend who had a son around my age and who I had never met before and one day her friend asked my mom to watch him for a day. So this kid comes over to my place around 2pm. He looked weird. He looked like a fish. He had creepy, pale white fish-flesh and bulging eyes that looked like they set behind some sort of membrane, and what I now know was probably a profoundly severe case of foetal alcohol. My mom went into her bedroom to watch TV and left us in the living room of the condo. It is important to note that our floors were 100% tile at the time.
The kid freaked me out so I told him he could stay down there and play Nintendo while I went upstairs to draw, figuring that would surely give him something to distract that weird little freak. I had gone upstairs for a few minutes when I hear this awful howl noise and a frantic sound of clattering all over the downstairs. I come rushing down just as my mom exited her bedroom to see what was up and it turns out to be a nightmare. To pre-face the next part I had left a handful of toys downstairs, being an only child my stuff was pretty much scattered everywhere.
This little fucking freak had taken one of my Swamp Thing action figures, the one that had a retractable fist on a string, and shoved the fist part up my cat's anus so that the figure itself was dangling by the string onto the tile floor. This cat was panicking and bolting around the house and the figurine was clattering on the floor and making a horrible racket. My mom is standing slack jawed at the door of her bedroom with me frozen in place on the stairs just gawking in disbelief at this kid, who is watching the cat with a stonefaced expression. I think we both began yelling at him at the same time.
She immediately called his mom and made her come get her little fucking demented mutant immediately, and I never saw him again.
(Of course the cat was taken care of as soon as we were able to get ahold of it and was taken to the vet for a checkup. he was okay)
Pictured: The Figurine
Pictured: the living room of the condo where the attack took place...I found it on a realtor site and it looks a lot different than it did in the 1990s
