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You hear rustling in your garbage bin when you get home. You don’t wanna see it again. Never again.
You know he is going to get you.
He is the absolute worst.
Yoogi the trash gremlin.
He’s a slimy bastard cat who likes to steal your empty instant coffee packets.
You don’t know how he appeared or how he survives on your trash, but he does. And he does it well.
Yong has been living in your trash can for three years now.
Sometimes he hibernates, although it happens at strange periods in time. Mostly when you ask him to pay rent.
He broke into your house once and stole your hairdrier. He left a trail of slime behind hhim.
Yogie pokes fun at your new skirt as you walk up you driveway.
You throw your shoe at him. He eats it whole.
“I’m not going to say it again barsard cat” you cry, throwing your other ahoe. He eats that as well. “Get out of here and terrorising someone else for a change”
You don’t know if he can understand you. You’ve been trying for years but all you ever get in response is hissing and belching.
Yoga farts in your general direction and dives back into the trash can.
“I’m going to move out. I can’t take this any more.” YOu cry, unlocking your door and walking to the phone to tell your landlord right away.
It doesn’t work. Yonig has chewed through the cable. There is a trail of slime and cat hair everywhere.
You sit down and cry.
You can never get away.