Sunday, June 27, 2004

Fraidy-Cats and Psycho Cats

On Thursday evening, Kate, Despina, and I were watching Monster, a well-done but extremely disturbing film, when we got a huge scare. No, it wasn't the movie, which did have us kind of creeped out. It was a cat. A big, stupid, crazy cat. It's true...I am not an animal person, and I have a particular hatred of cats, but this cat was insane. I don't understand why people like cats in general though, sane or insane. They have no interest in being your friend the way dogs do. They are sneaky and stuck-up, and when they do decide they want attention, they relentlessly rub their nasty body up against yours.

Anyhow, about the crazy cat. So in the middle of the movie, Kate got up to get something in the kitchen when she lets out a scream and yells that there's a cat in the house. D and I don't really have time to react to this bit of news before she walks in the living room and not a few seconds later, the cat follows. It doesn't just saunter in though, it guns in, heading straight across the room towards the computer. It takes off, flying from the ground and slamming headfirst into the wall above the computer, before dashing back out of the room. During this whole episode, which couldn't have lasted 10 seconds, all three of us were standing on the couch screaming. After calming down, we rationalize that we have to get the cat out of the house. We move out of the living room, closing the door behind us, and through the kitchen, again closing the door in the hopes of containing it. So at this point we have all the bedrooms and bathrooms to check. D and I hate animals in general, so we hover while Kate actually goes through each room. She pokes around but can't find the cat. We decide that it must have gone down in the basement to Darrell's room, which we later realize is how it got in, seeing that Darrell left his door to the backyard open. Anyhow, we finish the movie and eventually go to bed. I searched my room again, not wanting to have the cat surprise me in the night. Thankfully, although my room smelled like it had at some point been in there, it wasn't in there that night. Kate, however, wasn't as lucky. After reading in bed, she turned off the light and was suddenly attacked by the cat. It must have been hiding under her bed between boxes, suitcases and other such stuff, because when the light went off, the cat jumped onto Kate's face. Of course, she freaked out and started screaming, and the cat went crazy like before, running around her room, knocking everything onto the floor, and climbing the walls before again disappearing under the bed. By now, people are up...I'm still in my room though. I wasn't going out there with a crazy cat on the loose. Laurie emerged from her room though, and Kate told her to guard the hall door while she poked under the bed with a broom to get the cat out. The plan was for it to run out of her room and out the open front door. When it emerges though, Laurie freaks out, realizing that the cat is indeed crazy and we weren't just retarded scaredy-cats, and she lets the cat down the hall, where it almost gets into D's room. Thankfully it doesn't, and they are able to chase it down the hall and out the door. The next day we saw it in the front yard and we all yelled curses at it.

So all in all it was a crazy restless night in our house. And afterwards I felt totally justified in my hatred of cats. Nasty, nasty animals.

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