Back when I was feeding Dip regularly, she would often try to get into my house. Given that she almost certainly had fleas, and my roommate has a flea-free and very cat-hostile cat, I couldn’t let her in. For a couple weeks there she was pretty pushy- I had to keep a spray bottle of water by the front door to keep her out. One day, I was going out to bring her food and had to spray her to keep her from running in.
Pedestrian: YO
Pedestrian: what the FUCK did you just spray that cat with?
Me: Huh? It’s water.
Pedestrian, puffing out chest: Yeah? Water huh?
Me: Dude
Me: Yes
Pedestrian: Cuz the way it looks I think that was some kinda bleach or some shit.
Me: DUDE
Me: NO
Pedestrian gives me a side-eye death glare and keeps moving. Then I step outside and put the can of food out on the sidewalk and she immediately starts eating.
Pedestrian: Ohhhhhh
Pedestrian: You feedin it. Okay, okay.
Pedestrian glares at me again, as a warning. I’m on notice now.