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A CATastrophy JUST HAPPENED!
When cats attack: what has my life come to?
This article is not going to be a normal article. Whereas normally I write about a qualitative topic, or try to reinforce ideas that I feel are valid, today I am going to be telling a story — a story that just came to its conclusion a mere thirty minutes ago. The experience is still fresh in my mind, and in a way I am still emotionally recovering from the whole thing — my arms feel like I have done a thousand push-ups, I am still out of breathe, and my heart is still pounding. I am also going to attempt to be humorous about this situation, because in retrospect it definitely is hilarious. However, just because I am going to be joking around does not mean this experience was not horrifying for me!
exchanging glances
There are three cats in my household, one I am friends with, one that just doesn’t know about me, and a final cat that runs away every time I enter the room. The primary subject of this story is going to be the third cat, which is a dark black cat with bright green eyes. The cat I am friends with is gray, and the other cat is brown and white. Whenever I have to use the bathroom, I have to walk through a stretch of hallway that is about 10 feet long, maybe a little less. Under normal circumstances, I might see a kitty or two as I go to the bathroom…
