Feline Fatale. Or why are cats such awesome serial killers?

There exists such a creature, one so vile, so unimaginable, so disgusting, grotesque, and horrifying that I've only ever seen it in Ann Arbor. Why is it that I have never seen a house centipede anywhere but down here at school?
"What's a house centipede?" You might ask, dear Reader. If you've read my blog before you might remember them as the treacherous insects that overtook my bathroom as their stomping grounds last semester.

Still not getting there for you?

Shall I give you a little reminder?

Just one more?

 

 

 

 

 

Hello.

 

 Hey there, little fella.
 So who is suddenly much more aware of all the tingling hairs on their body? Anyone else feeling itchy but don't know why.

No, because I know exactly why. These little mo-fo's have invaded my newest place of residence and tonight was the first sighting.

THIS time however, I was prepared. No, that's a lie. I wasn't prepared at all. I just pointed to it and looked at my cat in panic and said, "Kitty. Kitty. GET it!" I swear she read my mind. Stalker-mode ensued.

 First she just batted at it, and then it made the stupid decision to try and out run her. So she crouched and pounced until she was tired with it's pathetic attempt at survival and she killed him. No, kill is too kind a word. She tortured him, no doubt, ripped off a few of its legs and while they were twitching she killed the rest and then came back to them to dole out the final blow.

I will encourage this behavior with whatever it takes. Treats, petting, baby talk.
Whatever. it. takes.
After reading this article, I wasn't even deterred. More in fact, I was encouraged. I will have the most bug-free home here. All will fear the wrath of Kitty.

Just so long as she doesn't get any funny ideas when I'm sleeping helpless and alone in my bed...