The tyrant strikes again!

So this Friday I came back from the gym and... When I got to my room I couldn't believe what I was watching.

This little cute cat's name is Mussolini" (not my fault, in Spanish it kind of makes sense because we say "muso" to call cats generally). He never acted with evil though, until that day 🙂. He is from my grandpa. I don't usually interact with him, cause I'm allergic to cats. I almost had a panic attack when I saw him.

I had a shower in hopes to not see him when I got back to my room again. It didn't happened. And I really needed my bed in that moment. I tried my best to stay in my corner, making a visible distance between us. This little (not) angel woke up and decided that he wanted to play with me. So I was there, trying my best to not bother him while he squeezed his whole body against me.

I wasn't able to photograph that part, but after that my dog, Nala, came to play with us because at this point I suppose I was holding a sort of animal party on my bed 🤠. What happened next? Mussolini didn't like the idea of sharing his human. He bit Nala and they both ran away, leaving me all alone with my rashy skin and my swollen eyes.

I told this story to my friends and everybody laughed at it. I just had to start to laugh at it too after I recovered from the side effects of the cat's hair and the allergy pills.

I hope you enjoyed this post. Until next time!

_{This post is IA fre
All the photos used are my property.}