World domination talks in progress
I think we all know that Abby, my cat, is hellbent on world domination. Sure, she pretends to be a normal cat, with her squirrel watching, catnip addiction and fetish for feather toys, but deep down, we all know her true reason for being on this Earth.
She does most of her plotting at night, when she tries to signal other cats through her elaborate blinds-rattling Morse code. Her reconnaissance missions are done under the cover of darkness, usually between 2:00-4:00 a.m.
At first, I thought her harmless quest was cute. Because Abby has no known accomplices, despite her best efforts. But that was before The Thing made its way into our home. The Thing was purchased for the fair price of one dollar. We thought it was cute and funny to have it around. The Thing was small, but full of mettle. And made of metal. The Thing seemed to be content to stand in the various hiding places we placed him in for joke value, like lunchbags and plants and coat pockets. We didn’t even realized that The Thing knew Abby. Oh, how we were wrong.
Here is what my infared camera caught on film late last night.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
