In a you-can't-fire-me-I-quit move, Fonzie has moved out of our house and in with the crazy cat lady a few doors down the street.
The turning point came around a month ago. Fonzie was bullying Bridget the Scottish Terrier as was par for the course, but instead of just letting him swat her and cowering, the dog decided she had had enough and unleashed her giant-jawed terrier fury on the cat. Since then, he's been home for around five nights in total.
He won't come inside even when I try to persuade him.
I broached the subject with the cat lady when I first noticed his long absences and she said, "Yes, he feels rejected."
Since then I've been avoiding her because I know she disapproves of my letting my cat move into her crazy cat house.
While it's a relief to be rid of Fonzie, I am a little worried about what the other neighbours are saying. Something along the lines of, "And she let her cat move in with the crazy cat lady.Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
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Why can't there be a crazy cat lady in my neighbourhood? I tried to pawn Stevie Wonder off on Tanya and Rowbear last night. Nope.
Fonzie is in a happier place. Good for you. Ask the crazy cat lady for me, though, if she'd like a Toronto immigrant?
Congratulations, Fonzie. I'm surprised it took you so long.
Jacy, when my single-fanged football lump of a cat finally drops off, maybe I'll think about inviting Stevie over.
Tanya, you are a truly wonderful human being.
Anonymous, I'm surprised it took him so long too.
Whoops sorry Jacy, she's not accepting out-of-towners. Too much local demand.
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