“Now, you listen to me, Semen.” Semus, not Semen. Also, was he…threatening my cat? “You’re gonna stop pissing in Cal’s shoes, or I’ll come here personally every day to take a shit in your litter box. Now, how would you like that?” My educated guess was that Semus wouldn’t like it at all. But it was incredibly sweet. He had stood up against my bully. My bully just happened to be a seven-pound furball.
