I think my cat may be a zombie.
He still looks like a cat. Sorta smells like a cat. Makes cat noises. But he caught a mouse last night and only ate the brains. This is the epitome of zombie behavior...eating brains. Therefore...and I feel as if making this leap is the next logical step...my cat IS a zombie.
So, now what? Do I lay awake a night waiting for him to come after me? Nibbling on my brains one lick at a time? Do I at least give him time to rid my house of the mouse population before putting an end to his rein of terror?
I have no idea what to think.
On one hand, I'm jumping up and down, delighted to know I'm down at least one mouse today. But on the other, I'm sort of worried my cat will begin to deteriorate until I'm fighting him off with a can of tuna and a shovel.
Why can't life be simple? What happened to the good old days when zombies only showed up in grave yards and over-populated shopping malls? I guess the zombie apocalypse is upon us.
Either that or I'm not feeding my cat enough.
Until the next time...I'll be picking up cat food (and dead mice)