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| - I know it sounds ridiculous, but I… kind of have a fear of cat flaps. Don’t laugh. Cat flaps. Can’t stand them. And I love cats, you know, I just haven’t had one for years. Last one disappeared. I thought it was funny – well, cats are funny, everyone who’s owned one knows that; they do dumb shit – I thought it was funny that day when I passed the door probably a dozen time, and the entire day I saw my cat’s ass sticking out of the cat flap because he was standing halfway through. One time I even crouched down and patted him, It. Hey, where are you going? I’m not crazy. Hello? Credited to Jeff
- A cat flap was a small entrance built into a door. It not only allowed a cat to enter a building easily, but also allowed the cat — or anything else — to leave it. Rose Tyler's flat on the Powell Estate had a cat flap. Jackie Tyler bolted it down to stop stray cats from coming in. The Ninth Doctor followed a signal to the flat and inspected the flap. In the process he knocked the bolts from it. An amputated Auton arm entered through the cat flap shortly afterwards in an attempt to kill the Doctor and Rose. (TV: Rose)
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| - A cat flap was a small entrance built into a door. It not only allowed a cat to enter a building easily, but also allowed the cat — or anything else — to leave it. Rose Tyler's flat on the Powell Estate had a cat flap. Jackie Tyler bolted it down to stop stray cats from coming in. The Ninth Doctor followed a signal to the flat and inspected the flap. In the process he knocked the bolts from it. An amputated Auton arm entered through the cat flap shortly afterwards in an attempt to kill the Doctor and Rose. (TV: Rose) Roger Davey's house had a cat flap, from the previous owners. When he was taking the Adipose pills, the Adipose that were created left his house via that exit. (TV: Partners in Crime)
- I know it sounds ridiculous, but I… kind of have a fear of cat flaps. Don’t laugh. Cat flaps. Can’t stand them. And I love cats, you know, I just haven’t had one for years. Last one disappeared. I thought it was funny – well, cats are funny, everyone who’s owned one knows that; they do dumb shit – I thought it was funny that day when I passed the door probably a dozen time, and the entire day I saw my cat’s ass sticking out of the cat flap because he was standing halfway through. One time I even crouched down and patted him, It. I don’t remember what the time was exactly when I took the trash out. It was late at night and dark, anyway. I remember laughing to myself because if the damn cat was still standing halfway through the cat flap I’d have to give him a swift kick in the butt in order to be able to open the door. But no, the flap was finally closed. What makes my skin crawl is I had time to open the garbage can and toss the trash before I noticed it. It was lurking there just a few feet from me and I didn’t register its presence until after several moments. When I did, I – well, suffice to say it wasn’t my manliest moment. Because behind the trash can, up against the wall of my house, was this… thing. I can’t give you a proper description, because it was dark and I was scared shitless. Not about to go get the sketchbook or anything. What I do remember is this. It was as big as me, but I remember a sense of it being crouched, as if it’d gain another three feet on me if it stretched fully. It might have been humanoid or insectile or I don’t know what. What I do know was it was covered head to toe in fur, and that its head looked like the behind of a cat. Don’t laugh, okay? I’m not joking. It had mandibles exactly like a cat’s hind legs, and a snout like a tail. Didn’t see any eyes, but the tail, or snout or whatever, looked like it was probing, like that was its way of sensing its environment. I think it registered me about the same time as I noticed it. That’s when it turned to me, lifted its tail-snout, opened its little round mouth and, I swear to fucking god, it meowed at me. I got the fuck out of there, and locked myself in the bedroom all night. The next day, by broad daylight, I nailed that fucking cat flap shut. Hey, where are you going? I’m not crazy. Hello? Credited to Jeff
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