The Psychoticness of Cats
So I was rudely awakened this morning by sounds of what I thought was someone or something being killed in some horrific manner. This was not the case however. It seems my sister's cat; hereafter refered to as Lola or the Psycho, got tangled up in a plastic shopping bag somehow. Apparently this for here is a very traumatic thing, though I have no idea why. In essence though she freaked out, and spent most of the morning hiding behind the couch in the living room screeching fiercly - and this is a screeching that I can honestly say I've never heard a cat make before, and I've known a lot of cats - at anyone and anything that got close, especially Oliver, my cat. He's quite preplexed at the whole thing, and I think a little worried. And know a good nine hours later she's still huddled atop the kitchen cabinets with an evil world-hating look in her eyes. One of the wierdest things I've ever seen really. 

Pictured top: Lola the Psychotic. Bottom: Oliver the Worried. (Aka: Oliver the Fatso, Oliver the Dumbass, Oliver the Suck)


Pictured top: Lola the Psychotic. Bottom: Oliver the Worried. (Aka: Oliver the Fatso, Oliver the Dumbass, Oliver the Suck)





