It started out as just another fun day of tossing the ball around the living room for babysitter and junior. But then? Then a glass broke or something at the :40 second mark (jump to there), and… and… well. I guess Mr. Whiskers had finally had enough of all their bullshit. Poor babysitter. Poor junior. Poor James Taylor!

Bang bang, choo-choo train, let me see you shake that thang. Wm. Steven Humphrey is the editor-in-chief of the Portland Mercury and has held the job since 2000. (So don’t get any funny ideas.)

One reply on “Monday Morning Cat Attack!”

  1. My cat does that to me each morning when I am getting ready to leave for work. But he only does one to two charging attacks at a time. Then he backs off and meows sadly about how much he’ll miss me.

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