I’m spending the night at my older brother’s house and his family has a cat named Raz. (According to his wife, they’ve cut off certain of parts off him—claws, nuts, etc.—but apparently he can still take pleasure in licking himself.) Right now, it’s about 10:45 and I’m thinking about going to bed. But then I looked across the room and saw Raz… I’m not sure I want to sleep anymore.
He was lying on his side with his head twisted so his mouth was up in the air. As gravity took hold of his jowls, they drooped down, giving him a wicked semblance of a snarl. Also, with the angle of the light, it looked like his eyes were glazed over and completely black. In essence, he took on the appearance of Satan as a feline. Except for the licking himself part.
Now, I’ve slept over here before. I’ve experienced the hazards that spending a night on the couch can bring, which is primarily comprised of Raz jumping on me just as I’m drifting off to sleep. As a general rule, I don’t like getting pounced on, but when it comes to Raz, it’s not a question of whether he’ll pounce—it’s how many times he’ll do it. If he’s the devil tonight… all I ask is that you pray for my soul. And any other part of my body he might be aiming for when he’s airborne.
