The orange attack cat - resolved!

I was sitting at my computer yesterday, innocently plugging away and sending shamrocks to unsuspecting Facebook friends when I heard it. That unearthly, unholy auditory assault that we'd been subjected to in the hour of the wolf the other night.

Orange Cat: MoooooOooooOOoooo.... ...ooo...W.

Heather: Agh! Holy sh.....

Orange Cat: Heh

Then I saw it in the window looking evil and red-eyed with horns where its ears should be...




I tiptoed closer and approached the glider that used to be in Joseph's nursery and is now covered with marker marks and applesauce stains and lick marks but I digress. As I got closer to the attack cat I couldn't help but notice that its demon horns looked strangely similar to regular cat ears...(?)




I got down on my hands and knees and the fool in me came to the surface.

Heather: Awwwww...! Hi kitty. Hi sweet thing. Aww, are you scared? Come here sweet kitty. Sniff my hand. Yes, there. Come here...

Cat: What do you want? I can't talk. I'm a cat. I can go "Heh", though, and speak with my eyes, "Get me outta here hu-mon!"



I plopped the orange cat out into our front yard and haven't seen nor heard from him since. If it wasn't for all the cat pee and the implied threat of cat scratch fever I'd almost miss the fuzzy fella.