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Evidentiary example #something or other as to why tiger cats are evil: Yesterday, Tinker cat booby trapped the concrete floor with water from their water dish. Then he perched up on the loft bed railing and watched as I wiped out on the puddle. I managed to save the glass and bowl I was holding--at the expense of a hard slam to one knee and a viscious jarring of every other bone and muscle in my body as I hit the concrete.
The knee, iced immediately, seems fine. The rest of me aches.
This was either 1)retaliation for my clipping his claws (he struggled wildly, Aristotle and Scaramouch just sat in my lap and held their paws out); 2)he wants to kill me and eat me; 3)he was bored.
I'm leaning toward 3.
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During the Q&A after Scott Westerfield's talk at the Texas Book Festival--which was a very engaging and interesting talk on the reasons for, and process of working with the artist on the illustrations in the Leviathan series--when he was asked a question about an earlier novel of his, Peeps, he shared some information about which I can't stop thinking: Toxoplasma gondii parasites, which, Scott said, all humans who have lived with cats have, change human behavior. For instance (he said), it's been found that women with the parasite appear to be warmer and more attractive--and also buy more clothes--while men with the parasite are less likely to pay bills on time, among other things.
Having done a little research, there are many grains of salt to be taken with this (though I can see why he ran with it for the novel); the thing is, everytime I've thought about buying clothing since, I've wondered, is the parasite making me want new clothes? I think I may shop less as a result.
