And The Fur Flew

Last night a car alarm went off in the neighborhood. After 5 minutes I decided to get up and see what car it was. I opened the door and my cat Izzy ran in followed by a flash of yellow fur. It was a hissing, growling, clawing, fierce,feral cat. My tubby cat Ash was lying on the chair prior to this, sound asleep on his back with his feet up in the air. Now all three cats were in the kitchen growling and hissing. My two very smartly retreated and ran outside. I grabbed a broom and tried to get him out. I called Ben and his friend Jah-eem to help. Jah-eem stood on a chair and Ben grabbed a mop. The wild thing ran into my study,tearing up everything in sight. He was not leaving and he's was one scary creature. Cleaned up he might have been pretty, but he was crazed and filthy. I called 911.

Twenty minutes later, Albany's Finest arrived. He was 6'4, if not taller, and looked like he was strong. He took one look at the crazy cat, scratched his head and looked like he wanted to run too. I equipped him with a broom. The cat tore the head of the broom off with one swipe of a paw. He just kept saying,"I'm not animal control". The best part was when he donned my floral kitchen mitts and had an even bigger broom and said, "here kitty, kitty" in a little boy voice. He quickly backed up and organized us in a way to get the cat out. Ben had a mop, Jah-eem had a duster and I had a stick. We were ready. After a mad crazy scramble, the cat was now dangling off my kitchen curtain with one paw and was still swiping at us with the other. He was even madder. Ben was lying on the floor laughing and Jah-eem was still on a chair. The Cop yelled at us to get ready. We reorganized, had a clear path and tried again and as quickly as he came in, he was just quick getting out. The policeman took my kitchen mitts off, handed me a broken broom and left. It was the end of his shift and by the look on his face, he was happy it was over. As he walked by, he told me there was some cat "poopy" to be cleaned up. I walked back into the house and both boys were wondering why he didn't tazer the cat. Secretly, I wondered why he didn't shoot it. After cleaning up the cat shit, (luckily he didn't spray urine)I burst into laughter and haven't stopped since.

At this point I could comment on feral cats,review a little research or do a little social commentary, but I won't. This could only happen to me, I might just as well laugh.