Daywalkers nightmare... or was it??

One I was going to keep to myself again but damn...  Anyway after a night of partying alone I crashed on the couch and I swear I had one of those dreams.  Or was it?  Dark out and I hear this meowing.  Go out and the cutest little black and white kitten is at the door staring at me.  Im like Ahhhh...  kind of outta character for me cuz usually Ida tried to drop kick it across the street.  Anyway I can tell its hungry cuz cats usually dont give a fudge about people until they want something.  Kinda like a woman to a man but thats neither here nor there.  So I feed the kitten and give it some water and go back to bed.  Come monring the kitten is there again but this time with a buddy.  Im like ok maybe its from the same littler cuz they look just alike.  Im thinking I dont mind a couple of kittens around cuz they keep everything else away.  I feed both of them, leave to do my business which is none of yours so why did you even ask?  So I get back home right around O dark thirty and there are three kittens!!  new pussy cat has a collar and doesnt look like the other two at all.  Im like fine.  Its only 3.  No squirrels or whatever will come around.  I take some leftovers out and all is fine.  Next morning I go through my morning routine which is still none of your business, go to leave and there are 6 kittens and two full grown cats!!  Before I could say WTF they all run through the door.  Im like just like a woman to take advantage, call her friends and family to crash at your spot.  Im not havin it.  I go to call Animal Control and the phone doesnt work.  Where's my cell phone?  Oh yeah in the car.  I open the front door and WTFx10??  At least 20 more cats and they look mean!!I jsut stand there dumbfounded.  I turn around to get a broom to start knocking the sh*t outta them and at least 20 cats are behind me!!  before I could run Im attacked!!Im trying to throw cats off me and as soon as I get rid of one another is biting and clawing where that cat was.  This goes on for about 5 minutes and as quickly as it started it stops...  I couldnt move.  I just watched as the cats marched themselves outta the house.  The last 2 to leave stopped at the door, turned around and looked at me and one proudly pissed on my carpet and the other on my couch.  That was a month ago and Im still not over it.  Fellas Im sure there is a moral or analogy somewhere in here.  Im thinking #1 its not wise to have too many ex's and women you used to see cuz sooner or later they will get smart (yeah women can do that) and start comparing notes, dates and times, get together and whip your ass.  Moral #2 and forgive my early morn language but There is such a thing as too much p*ssy.  I have the scars to prove it.