OF COURSE, IT MIGHT BE that I just got done writing a novel about one, but now, I'm seeing cats everywhere. Cats buried in snowbanks, sliding down hills, cleaning houses, listening to music, showing up outside a guy's window during the polar vortex, and even werewolf cats!
I don't know about you, but I think the Criminal might be right, and that someday, cats are gonna take over the world, and we're gonna end up being their food.
I've got no proof. It's just a feeling, but if there's one nearby, just read that last part out loud and see what they do.
That's all the proof I need, but it's not that important anyway, because we'll all be long gone before that happens. Maybe our great, great, great, great grandkids will...