The Real World: Blogosphere

Here at the Patrick household, our occupants are segregated. Dogs and people in most of the house, Cats get the back den and the basement. Our pets have become accustomed to this arrangement, so any venture beyond this territory is a great adventure, specifically for the cats. The dogs travel through Catland to go outside to the Great Beyond, but the Cats have no such routine.

Occasionally, we let the Cats out of Catland, to come out with us and explore RestOfEverywhereLand. Unfortunately, Mr. Kay and Mr. Nine don't quite understand this procedure. In Mr. Nine's mind, any crossage into RestOfEverywhereLand is trespassing and must be dealt with accordingly. Therefore, every time a Cat comes within 5 feet of the open door, Mr. Nine lurches up from his default laying-down position, and in an amazing feat of physics, accelerates to approximately 200 miles per hour in the allotted 15 feet of the length of the room, and sets course for the offending Cat. Cat, of course, races back in the direction from whence he came, knowing that if he should try to make it through the last five feet, he will be stalked by Mr. Nine, through the house, repetitively, at 387 MPH, for the rest of his life.

So, we don't really know the Cats very well.