A few nights in succession last week, their cat was outside at 11am and 3am getting smacked around by the local ginger who impregnated it last year and making all kinds of unholy sounds. I went outside in my boardies, grabbed some of the ball bearings I have handy and pelted them in the cats direction. They scattered but I could see them in the shadows looking at each other with sultry eyes, suggesting some sort of wild cat porn was about to be played out. I needed to piss by this stage so I flopped old king dingaling out and started pissing in between the trees I have that divide my property from the feral shitbag's house. It's 3am and there is no hope those pricks will come outside to control their vermin................bam! The front light comes on and the bimbo slut daughter comes out calling for the cat. I'm mid piss, totally in the direction of the light and I cannot stop. I can't step back or I'll piss on the branches and get wet from it so I just keep going and I grin at her. She's half asleep and cannot really make out that the stream of fluid coming out from between the green leaves is actually me pissing on their weeds. I can tell she's tried to refocus and see if it is actually what she thinks it is but she gives up and goes back inside. I finished up but hoped she said somehting as I'd say the next time your cat pisses on my timber landing that I'll be pissing on your front door.
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