Apparently I’ve doomed us all.
In hindsight, it was a mistake to actually perform the Schrodinger’s Cat experiment on my niece’s pet. After the smoke cleared and I popped the box open, the dead/alive kitty hissed and took a swipe at me. It took the poison gas personally, I guess.
I’m almost absolutely positive she didn’t break my skin. Yep. Dead certain. Er…what I mean is, I’m really, really confident I’m not turning!
But she did make good her escape. So…that’s it, I think. It’s begun. If people haven’t been infected yet, it’s only a matter of time. Through my window I see squirrels.
They’re looking at me funny.
InstaPundit probably lives about 25 miles from here. So I guess you guys will shortly know how good his disaster prep really is. And for what it’s worth…I’m sorry. My bad.
My arm itches.
Oh, that’s just great. The Walking Dead meet Cat People.