Ever been mugged by something small and furry ?

Pagan

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September 2016, I´d spent most of that year in Spain, in a rented casita on the outskirts of Orgiva, before moving to a rented house high up the valley of the rio Chico. Casa Regadera (Watering-Can House) stood in the trees, and proved an idyllic spot from which to observe the world from a safe distance.
Or so I thought.
Relaxing on the balcony on the first day, watching the sun rise above the eastern rim of the canyon, the silence was suddenly pierced by the sounds of an indignation so emphatic as to freeze the morning´s calm, and stiffen my sinews.
Whatever it was, it was coming up the track.
It soon became apparent that this massive dissatisfaction was bellowing from the tiny frame of a black and white kitten, newly ejected from the car of someone who had at least one feline soul too many.
Finding herself marooned in the Wild Wood, she made unerringly for my balcony, accepted my humble offering of food, fixed me with a look which made it apparent I´d just signed a contract, and within a couple of days took possession of the house, and established a relationship where I feed her belly, and she feeds my soul.
I christened her ¨Diva¨ because nothing was ever quite enough, but her faintest signs of gratitude had me fawning like an eejit.
From the first she was capable of extreme verbal abuse, with a repertoire ranging from Karlheinz Stockhausen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and I soon learned my place in the Divine Order of Things.
She´s five now, and reads me like a book, while remaining her enigmatic self.
On a sunny morning she likes to come down the garden and share my mood.
Sometimes we sit and think, and sometimes we just sit.
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When I first saw the title, I was thinking about the small, furry thing the Old Hen mugged me with back in high school.
Bwahaha.....I was gonna Say Mrs Pute but Hippie beat me to it.

How about two rabbits in my garden. Again Mrs Pute! I would blast the little varmints but NO!!! My mother got a baby pig years ago. Turned it into a house pet....remember they are farmers. Cute as a bugs ear. But this cute little thing grew up into a sow....about 200 lbs...

After a while it was apparent this wasn't a house pet so she put it in a pen out back. That didn't work either....what to do....My mother the farmer who eats every kind of creature that moves took it to the butcher and made bacon and pork chops.....

HOW IN THE WORLD AND WHAT KIND OF PERSON WOULD EAT THEIR PET?!!! Kansas farmers.........hope it tasted good....I just couldn't.
 

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I to am going to say the wife. Many years ago she gave me a bumper sticker that read "Life's a B*tch & then you marry one". When we got together wife was 4'11" and about 78lbs and I'll leave it at that...
 

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All my girlfriends had the small furry thing,, but it didn't attack me, I attacked it.
 
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