A Spat over a Cat

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You know it's no fun finding yourself almost pounced on by a cat just so that it could be patted and stroked by someone it thought was as loving and as pampering as its owner aka MIL (and the rest of the clan). And of all people, I, the 'universally' known cat-phobic in the clan was the one this stupid cat chose to play 'peek-a-boo' with. Can you imagine that?

That was what happened yesterday at MIL's house. There I was comfortably seated on the couch absorbed in my own world watching TV when suddenly I heard something landed with a slight thud behind me. Without missing a beat to see what it was or take any chances I immediately flew off the couch and jumped on the nearest chair to scream my head off. That was even before I knew it was actually a cat. I already had a hunch that it was and when I saw it really was one, I screamed again while my whole body shook uncontrollably just thinking of how I could've gotten 'attacked' by the cat. And this utterly ridiculous unbecoming reaction that came from a grown up and someone's mommy no less, was witnessed by not only hubby and my own kids but also by MIL and my little nieces! Upon rudely jolted from whatever they were doing by my piercing scream and seeing how frantic I got over a harmless cat they couldn't help but broke out into laughters and jeers.

To them I was just being silly and over reacting. But honestly, what could I have done otherwise? It's not something that I purposely acted out just to gain attention. It was out of pure instinct ok. An instinct to protect myself, to survive. An instinct to prolong my life, to perpetuate the living breathing me. Of course I know too, it's not like a docile domestic cat could kill me or eat me alive. But still, you can't expect me to just calmly sit there and let the cat lick my face or put its furry paws on me, do you? Ewww! That would be totally gross and creepy! In fact, I would be so terrified that I could get a heart attack.

 

It does not help either that certain people think it's funny to scare me some more by throwing at me some balled-up black shirt and made me think that it was a cat just to have fun knocking the daylights out of me. I say it's NOT funny! Threatening to throw a real very much alive-and-kicking cat at me just so that you could have a kick out of it is not funny either. Just imagine if the same happens to you and it's not just a cat but a furry hairy giant of a gorilla. How would you feel then? So please stop making fun of my cat phobia. It's not funny. It's a disease, get it? A real but inexplicable phsychological disease. Just be thankful that I am not as bad as Monk.

Sorry Monk, as much as I love your character I still think you're a super wacko who's impossible to live with.