The Orange Cat: An Embodiement Of Pure Evil?
Published: July 05, 2009
I was happily and nerdily gaming away on my new laptop this evening when I heard one of the most awful sounds in the world: The low, throaty growl of the battle-ready housecat.
It went down like this:
1. By way of background, I live on a country road in rural Massachusetts, in an old farmhouse now surrounded by more recently built dwellings. My New York, New York-living landlords put a deck onto the place about 10 years ago in order to take advantage of the babbling (it literally babbles) brook that constitutes the division between my land and the neighbor’s.
2. My sole ward is a zaftig Siamese of a certain age who is a trauma survivor. Lydia, always leery of dogs, was attacked many years ago in her old home by a German shepherd with an irrepressible prey instinct. After about 2 days of desperate searching, my mother finally found Lydia cowering behind the upstairs dryer, bleeding from a deep puncture wound on her right hindquarter.
Australian-American gargoyle and
In a shock to no-one who’s been living and breathing over the past nine years, evil old man “Dick” Cheney went on CNN today to remind everyone how evil this old man could be by trying to scare everyone all over again by being unsurprisingly evil.

