usually i like cats.

if my friend’s got cats, oh i love. they’re so cute and furry and funny and silly.

but when it’s some stranger’s cat that keeps shitting in the pots on my balcony, let’s just say it’s a long way from love.

it’s annoying, and it stinks, and i am not interested in allowing some thoughtless and careless cat owner get away with not training their own cats. why should i let them use my balcony as their litter box? cat, fuck off.

so i bought a whole bunch of bamboo skewers (satay sticks to you and me) and stuck them pointy side skywards into my pots. it’s like war out there on my balcony, i tell ya. those sticks are vicious, injuring even me while i was doing the deed.

they’d better work, or else i’m going to have to resort to more violent measures.