I have a fish tank that's next to a 3 story glass shelf attached to the wall. And of course, cats love fish, and he will always just sit on the floor staring up at the fish tank.
Let me tell you guys a story:
I was sitting in my room studying when I heard a loud crash. I wondered if it was from the room next door or from downstairs. Either way, being the lazy self I am, and my cousin also studying in the dining room, I waved it off and continued studying. After exactly two minutes, I started to get a little worried. As I walked out of my room and peeked at my cousin's room and went downstairs, there it was. The glass shelf, scattered all over the floor. Alfie, my cat, no where to be seen. My cousin, just sitting there, with his headphones on, didn't make a single sound. All those big and small pieces of broken glass, just sitting there, waiting to be thrown away. Suddenly, I turned around and saw Alfie strolling down as if nothing has happened. This bitch, I thought, this fucking bitch. How am I going to explain this to my parents? This is like really bad. bad bad bad. fucking bad.
-so like I was really fucking mad & pissed off this is what I actually felt and thought
-btw cousin did not help whatsoever all he asked was "need a broom?"
-alfie's so dead my dad gonna beat the sht outta him AND me
-mcuh dramatic