Evolution

The first time miss Patty fed the cats under her window they seamed to like that and she felt they were kind of smiling at her. So she decided to give them food every day until a whole week had passed and she heard a strange voice underneath her window:
- This crazy woman is an awful cook.
- Pretend you like it – answered the other cat and the two cats continued to eat.
Miss Patty was shocked and thought it’s rather time to visit her psychiatrist then admit that she actually heard real cat talking.
The doctor told Miss Patty to avoid any contact with the cats and that all the voices come from her head. She obeyed what she was told and ceased going downstairs. But from time to time she had food that she couldn’t eat because it was too much or because it was a bit old so she began throwing it from the window. And as she threw it she run rapidly inside to avoid any contact with the cats.
But one morning as she was throwing some peaces of bread from the window she heard a voice.
- Hey, Lady!
She froze at the window and began turning her eyes around.
- Yea, you, on the third floor, with the white hair and big glasses that don’t fit on your face!
- Me? – Asked Miss Patty and her hands were trembling.
- Yea, you.
Miss Patty saw one of the cats in the neighborhood right underneath her window:
- Hey, Lady! If you continue to throw food under your window please throw something tasty! Not this smelly garbage! Even the street dogs wouldn’t eat it! Please learn to cook!
And Miss Patty fainted. Thanks god she fell on the inside of her window. When she woke up she decided not to tell anyone because everybody were going to think she had finally lost her mind.
She sat at her living room and tried to calm down, but what was there to calm about – it was just a talking cat under her window who thought she was a bad cook. What the hell! And at that moment the doorbell rang. Miss Patty fixed her hair, pulled her blouse and opened the door just to find there the cat.
- Hello.
- Hello? – answered miss Patty as she was trembling but at the same time telling her self “Its just a cat who rung at my doorbell. It even said Hello to me”
- I am sorry to bother you, but may I have some milk?
- But of course, dear, let me take it from the kitchen…Do you want to come in?
- No, I’d rather stay outside.
- Very well then.
And miss Patty went to the kitchen and came back with a plate and some milk she pored in it.
- But how is it possible. You can talk? You speak like a human…
- Evolution, lady. Cold you give me some more milk? Miau…
The cat drunk three tee plates with milk and left miss Patty in deep thoughts. As the new day was dawning she was still sitting on her couch looking at the wall as if the wall was telling her some incredible things. At eight o’clock in the morning the postman rang at her door but she didn’t open it. He rang again but Miss Patty couldn’t open because she had died at the very instant the door bell rang.
Two days later she was buried at the cemetery and she couldn’t tell anyone about her discovery. Well what the hell, they would have taken her for crazy. May be they didn’t deserve to know. May be the time has come? Who knows… Miss Patty left this world, but she finally realized that it was hell fast changing and whatever you know is oldnews…

Trapped in the cellar

We went to the neighborhood of an old friend and called him. He suddenly invited us at his home laughing about some cat problem. When we arrived we saw some neighbors of his having a big scandal in front of their building about “THE CAT”. So out of curiosity we stayed there and listened as to what exactly was the problem.
Some street cat had obviously entered the cellar of our friend while some workers were doing something to fix the door. The cellar was filled with iron, wood and whatever there is that could be put into a cellar and now the cat was hiding somewhere in the back angry and frightened.
Apparently there weren’t many ways to take the cat out. First there was the option of waiting. And they waited for some half an hour in silence, but the poor animal didn’t run away so the neighbors began discussing the other options. First of which is to call the “animal problem” social workers and let them deal with the cat. But there was a slight problem. When they come they will most probably capture the cat and then put the poor animal to sleep for good. And that was a bit of a problem actually because it was not only one cat, there was a whole family of sweet small and bigger cats and the social workers will take all animals and put them to sleep. So half of the neighbors were against the social workers and the other half said: Then, ok. We also like the cats, but what shall we do with this one? Let it die inside? Start smelling? And never the less, they might not kill the animals…
And it went on and on… We left and we called a few days later asking what happened with the poor animal. Our friend said: We locked the door and went home leaving the cat inside. In two days – he said – without food the cat was probably more anxious to get out. So I unlocked the door and as soon as I opened it the cat flew out as if the devil was chasing it. It was a huge male cat with beautiful tale, angry and hungry. I suppose the curiosity didn’t kill the cat this time.
Well - we asked - what are you going to do with all these cats? You can not keep them all…
And he wondered for a second. I suppose – he said – all of my neighbors feel like me. I can’t call the social services and get all these animals killed so I wait for someone else to do it. We all wait for someone else to do it.
And he laughed again although it was not funny at all. But what could he do…

These photoes of kittens i took while the people were arguing about the trapped cat. The elder cats run away so i couldn't take a picture of them as well.

Special ingredient special smokes

I had a friend once, a real good friend, and our friendship began fading out because she started to get high too often. She was smoking the special ingredient special smokes every day. But before we lost all traces of our friendship she told me about her cats. When she was coming back from lectures she found a sealed bag next to the trash can that sounded cat like. So she opened the bag and found two little kittens left there sealed in the bag to die of suffocation and eventually to end at the garbage. So she took the kittens home and actually took good care of them and they grew to become sweet and gentle.
One night - she said – I took some grass and decided to relax to the maximum and get relevantly high. So I smoked and even started dancing around, put some music on and made myself a good time. One of the cats was eating in the kitchen, the other cat was lying on the bed and was kind of smiling to me until I noticed that there are many cats on the bed. And I whispered to myself – My god! I am so fucking high! I see kittens on the bed! And I went closer to get sure that this is all a figure of my imagination, but it wasn’t! A third kitten was getting out and I run to the other end of the room to get my thoughts at one place, but I was drugged and I thought - that’s it! I have started hallucinating. I went again closer to observe if this is real and it was as real as it gets. So I went to the other end of the room and started talking to the cat: When did you grow up to become a mommy? And you, I turned to my other cat that was just coming into the room, why did you turn out to be a boy! Why are you doing this to me? She is your sister! And you, how could you have babies with your own brother? Shame on you!
She began sobering up and slept on the couch that night. I don’t think she smoked from her special ingredient special smokes that much after this night. Now she had 6 cats and didn’t know what to do with them. Later she used to tell her male cat – You should be ashamed of yourself, you know? - And she laughed.

Image taken from http://www.archiforge.com/ animal cut out gallery.