CATS: The Mystery

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CATS: The Mystery
Is it only a dog which your cat fears?


You must be a cat person if you clicked on this article with the noun ‘cats’ in. Don’t you just love the crazy balls of fluff, ‘cause I certainly do. Funnily enough, perhaps you shouldn't be reading this…

I have four cats, a mummy, two sisters and one brother. I didn’t even know the mummy was pregnant and I went into my mum’s room one morning to find four cute little baba’s in her closet, blood everywhere, all over her clothes and all over the floor, glorious. Phew, I was sure glad she didn’t give birth in my wardrobe. Anyway, they’ve grown up a bit now; they wander down the street, they poop in other people’s gardens –shhh. (I can’t help it, what do you expect me to do!) But recently I’ve become ever so afraid of letting them out of my sight.

It all happened on a summer’s day. My sisters and I were tidying the garden, mowing the lawn, watering the plants like you do, when my sister left the garden gate open. We went inside ‘cause, you know, when your parents tell you to do something most of the time you never finish what they actually asked you to do. We watched a bit of TV and being the eldest - ahem, I ordered my sisters to go back out into the garden to finish what we had started. We left the living room and as I was just about to touch the back door, some massive thing scampered past me, so fast that I couldn’t even see what it was! It ran upstairs and I followed only to find it was a D.O.G., a staffy to be precise. I was almost crying, I screamed at the top of my voice ‘MUUUUM, THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE, IT’S GONNA KILL THE CATS’. My mum flew to where I was and dashed up the stairs screaming ‘SHOO’ ‘SHOO’ (as if that’s gonna get a dog out the house mum!) The noise was frightful, I was absolutely petrified, so afraid I locked myself in the living room, I was shaking, crying, I was blocking out the noise whilst I had my head in my hands, I felt as if I was gonna have a heart attack. If you truly love your cats you would understand. You would question why I didn’t run to help them but the thought was too brutal, I generally could not move, I just had to sit and wait for it to pass by, the thought of a dog grabbing ANY cat sends trembles down my spine and I knew I could not stand to watch it.

The dog ran out. My cats were fine, thank GOD. The two sisters were up on a window and the brother was hid in the shed. But guess what? The Mum ran off, haha. She simply did not give a flying dog about her children. But then again, I’m being hypocritical moaning about her when I did exactly the same!

THREE. DAYS. LATER.

I was at home. Alone. I shut the gate and I locked the back door and I wasn’t even thinking about the cats, that was three days ago, I was over the complete breakdown I had and I was moving on with my life. I was only locking the backdoor and shutting the gate in case someone was gonna walk in the house whilst I was getting in the shower… 

When I got out the shower I ran upstairs to my room to get changed, when milliseconds later I heard the most ghastly, alarming noise coming from downstairs and it was just like the noise I had heard three days ago. I threw myself to my door, pushing my body against it to slam it shut, I didn’t know what to do, and I only had a towel on and no one was in the house! Noooo, it’s happening again. I was shaking and crying. 'Should I run downstairs?' I thought to myself and I opened my window as wide as I could and I screeched at the top of my voice so loud it was damaging ‘HELP, HELP’. I don’t know what I was thinking. How was someone going to help me? Anyone would have thought there was a fire or someone was coming to get me! Luckily enough help came, my two sisters came strolling ever so slowly with their friends down the road. There’s me screaming ‘HELP, HELP ME’ and they hear me… Still strolling. Still slooooowly strolling. They shout back ‘WOT?’. (You know what 10-12 year olds are like nowadays). I’m still crying at this point and yelling and they simply do not care until I exclaim ‘THERE’S A DOG IN THE HOUSE!’ My sisters and their friends then galloped up the road, shouting 'THE CATS ARE GONNA DIE'. Obviously they’re more interested in the cats than me, heh. 
I flung clothes on and peered around my bedroom door to find glass everywhere, my mum's large glass ornament had shattered all over the landing. Uh-Oh. I tip toed over the glass whilst wiping my tears. I thought my cats were dead. But how did the dog get in the house? The back door was shut and so was the gate, there was simply no chance it could have got in and out unless it could open the door...

So what scared my cats?