Sometimes when my wife is out of the house I like the teach the cats survival skills. Tonight’s lesson was how to survive a zombie attack. With arms outstretched and making loud sounds crossed between a moan and a meow, I was lumbering after both cats to test to see how they respond to a confrontation with a member of the undead. The cats both bristled their fur, and Rogue in particular let her tail get all poofy. Cartney laughed as the cats ran away looking a bit spooked. He even moaned a bit and chased Trinket out of the room.
But the lesson in zombie survival was quickly turned into a lesson for me that cats still have claws and aren’t afraid to use them on the undead. Especially when you corner them, shout “brains!” and try to pick them up.
