During my youth as a newspaper delivery boy I had many encounters with animals. Some were good and some were bad. This particular encounter that I am going to share with you was a bad one. It all started early one fall morning at about 5 a.m. when I was making my way up a flight of stairs to drop off some papers in an apartment and as I made my way up the last flight there was a cat whom I had never seen before. It started to cross my path on the landing at the top of the stairs. I paused and so did the cat. The cat then turned to me and gave me a real nasty hiss, but it was more than a hiss. It was a fear face warning; the cat appeared to be smiling at me. I was just about to take my last step when the cat took a wicked swipe at my face. I snapped my head back and smoked him across the head with a newspaper which seemed to agitate him even more. He then lunged at me, hit me with a couple of deep slashes to face and then backed off.
I went home immediately and had my sister finish the rest of my route. My mom cleaned me up but that morning I missed my first two classes as I was at the doctor getting stitches. The doctor also gave me an injection of something that was supposed to prevent infection. When I got home I asked my sister if she had encountered the cat and she said that she did and that the cat was friendly and she ended up petting it.
The next morning I decided to wear my hockey helmet which had a full visor to protect myself from the cat. I entered the same apartment to drop off the papers and thankfully there was no cat. But just as I was leaving the apartment the same black cat appeared at the exit door. There he sat watching every move I made. I tried talking to it politely asking it to move out of my way, but when it didn't I ran towards the door to make my exit. The cat jumped at me and again tried to sink his claws into my face, but ended up scratching the visor I was wearing. He fell to the ground and I kicked him a good ten feet. He made a strange cat-like scream as he hit a tree. I watched him as he slid into the bush and continued to observe me.
A week passed and I did not see him. Then one foggy morning as I approached a house to drop off a paper there he sat waiting for me, but this time I didn't have a visor over my eyes. He started to hiss and I backed away from the confrontation and decided that I would deliver the paper to the house at the end of my route.
I walked away from the house and turned around to see where the cat was and he was right behind me looking for a confrontation. He continued to follow me and taunt me with hisses. Then at the end of my route he attacked me again. This time he did not attack with scratches, he came up behind me, bit my hand and locked on good. He dug deep and I screamed as I tried to shake my hand loose, but he would not let go. I then dropped to one knee and stepped on his head but he squirmed out from under. I then dragged him into a puddle, sitting on his head and drowned him to death. Again I went to the doctor for stitches but at least the cat was dead.
Later on that day the police came by to arrest me for cruelty to animals.