Demon Cat could be my most favorite thing that's ever come up on Google for me. First, lemme back up a few hours...
Grandma's House. 24 hrs ago. I arrive to my grandma's house after a long day of uuuuggggghhhh. I needed a break from my life, and Gma's was just what the doctor ordered. I walk into the dark, silent house (Gma sleeping and deaf as dirt) to behold two shiny eyes glaring at me. I stop... It's Gypsy.
Gypsy is one of Gma's cats. Gypsy hates me, so I hate Gypsy. I mutter, "Gypsy..." ("Newmannn...") as I pass, and she scurries away like I'm wielding an ax. I roll my eyes.
Today, I wake up. Walk downstairs. Glare. "Gypsy..." Scurry. Eyeroll.
Every time I pass her its the same story. I decide she's a demon for no good reason, which brings me to Google, which brings me full circle to DEMON CAT. (Thank you, Wikipedia. I left my Book of Demons at home, but I'm certain Demon Cat is chilling there as well among all the vowel-heavy Romanian names.)
Demon Cat is American (Demon Sauce's first local demon!) and lives in basement crypt of the Capitol in Washington D.C. Yes, really. Demon Cat (let's petname her D.C. because that's just awesome- oh wait. The rest of the world beat me to it.) originates from back when they released cats into the basement tunnels of the Capitol buildings to exterminate rats. D.C. stayed long after the rats and other cats left or died. She appears before presidential elections and tragedies- reports of D.C. are rumored before the assassinations of both Abe Lincoln and JFK. D.C. appears as a simple black house cat at first- but as she gets closer she swells to the size of a tiger and her meows become roars! She leaps, claws outstretched, only to disappear in mid-air. I also read one report that claimed D.C. may explode. Not sure how they mean, other than in the most fantastic way possible (like a pinata!).
How much do I love D.C.?! A hell of a lot more than I love Gypsy, I'll tell you that.
*Thanks to Wikipedia, Monstropedia, Salon101.com and Al Tyas/The Atlantic Paranormal Society.
Grandma's House. 24 hrs ago. I arrive to my grandma's house after a long day of uuuuggggghhhh. I needed a break from my life, and Gma's was just what the doctor ordered. I walk into the dark, silent house (Gma sleeping and deaf as dirt) to behold two shiny eyes glaring at me. I stop... It's Gypsy.
Gypsy is one of Gma's cats. Gypsy hates me, so I hate Gypsy. I mutter, "Gypsy..." ("Newmannn...") as I pass, and she scurries away like I'm wielding an ax. I roll my eyes.
Today, I wake up. Walk downstairs. Glare. "Gypsy..." Scurry. Eyeroll.
Every time I pass her its the same story. I decide she's a demon for no good reason, which brings me to Google, which brings me full circle to DEMON CAT. (Thank you, Wikipedia. I left my Book of Demons at home, but I'm certain Demon Cat is chilling there as well among all the vowel-heavy Romanian names.)
Demon Cat is American (Demon Sauce's first local demon!) and lives in basement crypt of the Capitol in Washington D.C. Yes, really. Demon Cat (let's petname her D.C. because that's just awesome- oh wait. The rest of the world beat me to it.) originates from back when they released cats into the basement tunnels of the Capitol buildings to exterminate rats. D.C. stayed long after the rats and other cats left or died. She appears before presidential elections and tragedies- reports of D.C. are rumored before the assassinations of both Abe Lincoln and JFK. D.C. appears as a simple black house cat at first- but as she gets closer she swells to the size of a tiger and her meows become roars! She leaps, claws outstretched, only to disappear in mid-air. I also read one report that claimed D.C. may explode. Not sure how they mean, other than in the most fantastic way possible (like a pinata!).
How much do I love D.C.?! A hell of a lot more than I love Gypsy, I'll tell you that.
*Thanks to Wikipedia, Monstropedia, Salon101.com and Al Tyas/The Atlantic Paranormal Society.
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