Cats

Yo yo yo, welcome back to my somewhat rambling post :P   This time, I want to tell you about cats. Yep, c-a-t-s, pronounced 'meow' *is that right?*   To be honest, ever since I was little, I've been afraid of cats (so if it's my birthday, please don't give me a cat, okay? OK OK OK?) But don't worry, I'm trying really hard to be brave around that four-legged animal. Why? Because my crush is a cat lover *wait? That's not the reason, correction correction*   Speaking of cats, I have a rather annoying experience with that fish-loving animal. The story goes that one beautiful afternoon, I was chatting with my friend, let's call her Amalia.   Me: "Hey, stop messing around with your hand." Amalia: "Huh? Messing around doing what? I haven't done anything." Me: "Then whose hand has been tickling my back? It's ticklish!" Amalia: "Seriously, my hand has been right here the whole time." (while patting her own thigh) Me: "Then whose hand has been tickling my back this whole time? There's no one else here, right?" (while looking behind me)   And... When I looked behind me, there was a cat beautifully stroking my back. "Ah, you darn cat!" (so was it a cat or a darn thing, Ry?)   Well? Not funny, right? Yeah, it's not funny. Alright, I'm just going home. Excuse me... Excuse me... Ouch, what was that? OK, I just successfully ran into a cat (how big was that cat that you could run into it, Ry?)