A PussyCat - deconstructed ;D
Dear Forum users and visitors,
We may have more than just a dull, snobbish, cleanliness & order freak among us.
Calling himself "BiGKat" (hereinafter referred to as 'Pussycat'), with an avatar of Dilbert, he first posted in March of this year expressing his ambivalence about the new Paine's trash contract and barrels.
He seemed most concerned about OTHER PEOPLE leaving their cans in their front yards. His five or six other messages here (to date) suggest that this PussyCat is a lonely man (probably single or, at this point, divorced, and hopefully childless) beset by doubts, looking for a well-controlled, orderly environment which gives him a false sense of security and who is unsettled by disorder perceived in the lives of those around him.
PussyCat worries about OTHER PEOPLE parking their cars THE WRONG WAY. He is probably a bookkeeper or mechanic or a lower level cog in some corporate machine, and definitely not an executive or even an upper management leader.
PussyCat has accepted the fact that he must please his superiors at work. He was probably abused at home as a child by an overbearing mother and / or father whom he has been subconsciously trying to appease all of his adult life.
Since PussyCat is of only moderate financial means, he has to watch very closely how he spends his money. His occasional need for a second barrel stems from his reluctant need to maintain his own property, a modest but well kept Cape. He is not able to afford the regular or seasonal services of a property maintenance company.
Because of his powerlessness, dare I say impotence, PussyCat resorts to sarcasm. The tidy little world which he lives in provides him with the perceived pinnacle from which he peers down on the mottled masses around him, easy pray, he feels, for his disarming whit. He wears his well-starched shirt as if it were armor.
Because he judges OTHERs around him, he feels compelled to compare the vibrant qualities of many in Wethersfield with those in OTHER communities when it serves his purpose, looking for anything which supports his own penchants.
PussyCat's garbage is probably neatly compacted and probably double bagged and tied so as not to offend HIS sensitivities, let alone his neighbors to whom he does not relate well, keeping too himself.
His home is his own little (sand) castle where he hides from the rest of the world which he feels is populated by parents who don't care, parents who dress like slobs, parents who are poor role models for their children who, in turn, dress like hookers or homeless people.
The hustle, bustle and modernity of their lives contrasts sharply with his; it frightens him and he attacks. It is not within PussyCat's fiber to become involved in meaningful community activities especially those involving outreach to children and families who need a hand up instead of a hand out or a slap across the face.
He is the antithesis of a coach or mentor. A DI (drill-instructor) wannabe, he seeks comfort in only that which is ordered: a dress code, with jackets and ties, skirts or slacks, blazer and neat, 13 GALLONS OF well-packaged, non-odoriferous TRASH.
Condescension reveals PussyCat's true stripes. Anything which threatens this creature's secure little world must be attacked. He may even have a small but significant well-oiled firearms collection.
Comfortable in his own shack, he does not like to really know his neighbors though he pays them lip-service. It would be with only great reluctance that he would even sheepishly (with a overly firm handshake, a practiced large grin, and a too-loud and too-quick laugh) ask his neighbor to let him put his 13 GALLONS OF TRASH in that neighbor's barrel. Or, perhaps under cover of night, our nocturnal feline slipped it in undetected - double-bagged and tied.
PussyCat has Neo-Republican traits - the desire to dictate behavior to others having once categorized THEM as not to his liking or even 'evil'.
PussyCat is likely a introverted, white, male bigot. He is worth watching out for. Don't trust anyone who spells cat with a "
K".
This piece of fiction has been provided for your entertainment. If you happen to believe that it might contain allusions to any real, live, identifiable person, get over it. If I were you, I wouldn't even trust anyone who uses a capital letter within a word or name as in PussyCat. 
