I’m Back! With a New Contest!
Hullo! I’m back! So sorry for the long absence, but there were so many things to do, artifacts to uncurse, new books to write, scrapes to be got out of. Well, you know the drill. I’m very sorry for having abandoned you for the last two months. So sorry, in fact, that I thought I’d have a contest to start things back up.
And I think this contest will have to do with demonic cats.
The Egyptians had the right of it on cats. The goddess Bastet, was the personification of the gentle, warm, nurturing power of the sun, where as the goddess Sehkmet, with the head of a lioness embodied the sun’s fierce, destructive power.
Much as my cat does. Warm and loving one minute, mad, stalking huntress the next.
So do any of you have any demonic cat stories? Times when your normally sweet kitten seemed to go berserk?
For example, the time my brother Henry was giving our cat a lovely tummy rub. She lay relaxed on the floor, purring, and he was rubbing her soft, furry stomach. Then, with no warning whatsoever, she decided his hand—the same one that had been rubbing her tummy mere seconds ago—was a rabid rat that must be killed at all costs, and clamped his hand in her two front paws and shredded it with her two back paws. Tore Henry’s hand to ribbons! When she was all done, she padded over to him and rubber her head against his knees in a friendly manner, completely ignoring the red welts she’d made.
Honestly, Is that not demonic? You can read another example of demonic cat behavior here.
To enter the context, post your own demonic cat story in the comments below. Try to keep it to two or three short paragraphs. The winner will receive a small, fetching statue of Bastet herself!
(And remember – no last names! I’d hate it if the Serpents of Chaos were able to locate you!)
September 16th, 2007 at 2:03 pm
Mmmmm… Crazy cat?
My neighbors had adopted a feral cat that had been wandering our neighborhood for a few days.
They named it “Tiger”, after its is black and grey stripes. But later we started calling it Tiger because it beat up every other cat in the neighborhood, which was three.
Pretty soon everyone (and not just the other cats) was afraid of The Cat. If it saw you coming, it would charge at you, skid to a halt, sniff, and then run away. But first it would bite your pants or your shoe.
So they tried getting rid of Tiger. They put him in a box, drove him to the other side of the river, and left him there so he could torture some other neighborhood. But the cat came back. The very next day(okay, very next two weeks). They found him with his nose pressed against thier glass screen door. He wanted in. And he’s been living in that house ever since.
October 2nd, 2007 at 12:37 am
my cat once caught a mouse and ate everything but the nose and tail. she left the nose on our doormat. it was gross.
October 3rd, 2007 at 8:11 pm
We have a cat named Squeak. Everyone says he’s evil, but he apperently LOVES me. He’ll bite you if you love him to long, scratch you if he’s outside, and to top it off, he catches small animals! Squeak’s last catch was a small bird. Ugh. He left it on the front porch. I love him anyway, though! ;3
October 3rd, 2007 at 8:16 pm
One more thing about squeak. Once when he caught a rat he rubbed the side of his face against it, as if he was saying,”I love you, rat.” Suddenly he looked up and hissed at his owner. Squeak draged the rat away as if it was his proporty. he’s so funny! ;3
December 7th, 2007 at 11:36 pm
this is a symbol for “cat”: (=^;^=)
just thought you’d want to know!
Paige (=^;^=)
December 7th, 2007 at 11:42 pm
I’m sorry, Chaton, but I’m a spelling freak, and the correct spelling is:
propErty
Just want you to know!
Paige (=^;^=)
March 8th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Ha!
Sincerly,
Kaitlyn, age 9
March 10th, 2008 at 10:57 pm
Well, if it is true that “the love of money is the root of all evil”, then when I was growing up, we had an evil cat. One day, my brother, while pulling a comb out of his pocket, dropped a wadded up dollar bill on the floor. Our cat, Toni, snatched it up and ran under a couch which was against the wall. When we pulled the couch away to retrieve the dollar, we found Toni’s stash - mostly coin, but all money - in a pile. And she glared at us (as only a cat can glare) for disturbing her little vault.
March 16th, 2008 at 9:37 pm
Wow, Geoffrey! I love your name!!!
Sorry. Heh.
[Our school] had a 5th grade play, and I must say we were AWESOME. THE ESSENCE OF COOL. Look up “lemon bugs” on YouTube and you’ll see what I mean. NOTE: that’s not us!! It’s another school!!
The play was called Everything’s Groovy!
March 26th, 2008 at 7:39 pm
Alright. Any thing I miss????
May 11th, 2008 at 5:12 pm
i know that the contest is over but I have an evil cat named Lorraine. I love her a lot but after she spit up in my closet (on the dress that she pulled down to sleep on) tore my comfortor (she likes to sleep under it during the day, and climbed to my attic throug the vents, i can say that she is demonic.
October 28th, 2008 at 12:32 am
There was this really cute stray cat. My mom let me adopt it. I named it Wildflower because it used to be a wild cat, living on the streets, et cetera. It was the wrong name for her. She was really sweet and lovely. But one day she started biting me!
October 29th, 2008 at 2:05 am
Moonflower, your stray cat sounds as if she’s related to Isis! I hate cat bites.