Hello, kitty.

Felines act so refined as if they refuse to be humiliated. I love the phrase “Cats haven't forgotten they were once called gods by the Egyptians.”Back home, I remember once I spent a lazy Sunday afternoon watching my neighbor’s cat languidly stretched out onto her driveway. All of a sudden, this demon mockingbird dove from out of a pine tree and attacked the cat. The cat totally flipped out, hissing and spitting while batting the air as she tried to claw bird out of the sky. By the time the bird was gone, the cat's hair was standing completely on end. She had fluffed up to twice her size. After the commotion was over, this cat (still wired with anger) glided away ever so dignified with a fire in her eyes that screamed “touch me and die…” After I had stopped laughing, I took a walk to see if I could find her. She showed up later that day, again on her driveway. This time, she was tightly curled up into a tense ball of fur.

Yeah, random post. I had nothing better to say today… I’ve seen similar events with the millions of cats on campus. Sitting poised and regal, they act like royalty until another cat or human gets within ten feet of them. Then they dart off into hiding as if they have been kicked. Yet, even though they flee as soon as you get near enough to throw something at them, I still feel like the campus’ cats are a bit dangerous. Just walk past a group of them and watch their eyes. They follow you like you are food. I’m afraid one of these nights when I’m walking behind the library or Hattiesburg Hall, I’ll trip and they will leap out of the bushes and maul me to death just for the pleasure of spilling blood. Paranoid? Maybe so. But I’m sure twenty feral house cats could take me down if they wanted to.