KILLA KITTY!!!

When I was about 10 I had a pretty miserable experience with a friend's cat. This particular cat was pure evil - the spawn of Satan if you like. He would prowl around the house slyly like he was casing the joint, looking for his next victim. Unwittingly, one Saturday I was to became this vile creature's next victim, and I have still got the scratch scars as an unfortunate reminder.

To this day, I have an unceasing feud with the feline species. I feel like cats always try to conspire against me. Everything about them makes me distrust them: their sharp claws, their fangs, their snake-like eyes...their utter disloyalty. In short, I am definitely more of a dog person. Dogs may be relatively dumb animals, but at least you know they won't oust you from your own house!!

Yesterday reaffirmed, and undoubtedly reinforced my undiminished hatred of cats. My cool friend Prof. H invited K, R and I to her place for dinner. Overall, the afternoon was lovely...almost perfect, but, alas, the presence of her psychotic kitty put a bit of a dampener on it all for me. I'm am convinced cats are drawn to me, or at least sense my sheer terror that they love to play on.

For most of the evening, Killa Kitty was put in another room where I am sure, he sat plotting his revenge. KK may be young and seemingly cute, but stupid he is not. Unbeknown to us, H's little kitty used the clever ploy of behaving like a dog to lure us all into a false sense of security...only later to unleash terror and chaos on us all.

First he went for H. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Then he went for ME! Yep. The inevitable happened. I showed fear and he pounced...luckily I was spared of his claws. By this point I must have been grey. Pearls of sweat forming on my brow. Unsure of whether the palpitations I was experiencing would eventually lead to a heart attack.

Thankfully, K quipped: 'Oooh, I want kitty to attack me' and we subsequently swapped places. I barricaded myself behind a blanket H gave me - ensuring I was fully covered, for I was not willing to add to my war wounds. And then it happened. Killa Kitty turned demonic. With an arched back and his fur standing on end, Killa Kitty was ready to KILL...K as it happened bore the brunt of the frenzied attacks, then he moved on to H, followed by R...before sniffing out poor whimpering me from under my cover. The cat was on a rampage and was ready to engage in a battle with any unfortunate in his path. He was taking no prisoners it would seem.

Luckily, I managed to escape H's home unscathed, well, at least physically. I love H and she has the coolest home and I would love to visit again before I leave Korea. I don't know if I dare tempt fate though. Cats may have nine lives, but I only have the one...and I am actually quite fond of it:)