Friday, December 1, 2017

The Gaza Strip.

No, I'm not talking about this place.

The Gaza Strip is what I call our property in Lower Hutt. We are the only residence in our neighbourhood that doesn't have a cat. Quite a few properties have two.

These are cats.
The cats are territorial but our property is like no man's land - hence the Gaza Strip title.
Cats come here to fight and leave their mark.
Yesterday we had a heat pump fitted and the electrician needed to go under the house, where we have plastic insulation laid. When he came out his actual words were,
"Fuck there's cat piss everywhere!"

Today's job is to design and build something to block the hole.

Alternatively I could start pissing under these cats' houses until they got the message.

1 comment:

  1. Better still, just pour that 'cat's piss' cleanskin wine you buy and cut out the middle man.