One Flew Over the Cukoo Cat’s Nest
July 28 | 3 Comments
What more can I say about the mental disorder of loving cats that hasn’t already been said? Not much, but I will share with you the following story showing you just how far the problem can go.
How far? All the way to the psych ward.
After being locked in a loony bin for trying to save the feline when it got stuck in a building wall, cat lover Chris Muth has lost his home, his job and even his girlfriend.
The trouble started last week, when Muth was doing renovation work on a condo at 360 Court St. A cat named Rumi wandered into a hole in a wall and fell 30 feet into the gap.
Muth had been watching the cat for a friend, and was horrified. His overreaction, however, made people think he had gone crazy.
After failing to reach the cat through the hole in the wall where he was working, he went to the condo one floor below. The owner there objected to the size of the hole he made in his rescue attempt. But Muth would not be deterred.
He broke into another apartment and started breaking through its walls. Cops eventually hauled him away from the building and took him to Long Island College Hospital. They thought the cat was just a figment of his imagination.
“They called me ‘cat man’ in the psych ward,” he said. “I even made cat posters in therapy.”
Cat posters? Let’s face it folks he really did belong in a round room. Maybe Jack Nicholson or Chief were around, they could have put him out of his misery.
Eventually, little Rumi was found in the wall and rescued by professional animal wranglers – but not before Muth had spent four days in the mental hospital.
The 49-year-old yesterday had to pick up his stuff from the condo from which he had been booted in Carroll Gardens – even though he was vindicated after being falsely accused of making up the story of the trapped cat.
“The [condo] owner came to the hospital and said, ‘You’re a nice guy, but you’re too exciting and we’re going to have to ask you leave,’ ” Muth told The Post. ” ‘You don’t have to come to the building, we will have your stuff delivered to you where you are.’ “
What do you expect when you choose to associate yourself with
satan’s spawn cats?