Stupid Cats

I'm a little angry at cats right now (not because of Infinite Cat Project, THIS time....) because last night around 11, I was on my way home from dropping the GF off when I come across a little kitty in the road. Cutest little thing in the world, just playfully tugging away at a meat pancake that used to be shaped like a oppossum. So I slow to a stop and I'm peering over the hood of my truck, wondering when this furry little butthole is gonna beat feet when I'm suddenly thrown back in my seat by some blind cocksucker who tried to meet the front of my truck vis-a-vis the back.

As I check all my parts and try to clear my head, I hear this guys tires screech, again, and see him peeling back and whipping a bitch and hauling ass the other way down the street. Oddly enough, he didn't stop even when I jumped out of my truck and suggested "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!"

Nope. Didn't see the driver. Nope. Didn't get the plates. Nope. I couldn't even tell what kind of damn late model small SUV it was, 'cause it's fucking night and I'm fucking tired and that last thing I expected was for this genius to bail on me.

Illegal immigrant with no license/insurance? Stolen car joyrider? Drunk? Scared girl who was text messaging? Just a total jerkoff? They're all getting special anal death prayers from me.

Stupid cats...