When I lived in Chicago, my cat was Sammy, the aforementioned best cat in the world. At some point, when I lived with Mitchell and Ken – we got another cat – a small demon kitten named Duffy, who was TRULY satanic. You were NEVER safe in that house as long as Duffy was there. He would leap out from corners, from the tops of doors – ambushing you, pouncing, he was faster than the wind, and he wanted nothing more than to claw your head to bloody bits.
Sammy, as you can imagine, was NOT happy about this evil interloper and watching their interactions were so hilarious. Sammy was a grown cat, about 8 or 9 years old by this point, so he would stroll past Duffy and casually just bat him across the face, on his way somewhere else. But Duffy couldn’t let it go. Duffy wanted to be friends, foes, mortal enemies, whatever … he just wanted CONTACT.
Here is a photo I took of Duffy.
He looks so cute, right?
Do not be fooled. His cuteness was merely a camouflage for his bloodthirsty warrior-like nature.
