Kung Fu Kitty!

Brendan and I have a cat. Most of the time he's precious and adorable. He does cute things like curl up on my pillow and rest his head on my shoulder or run down to greet me when I come home from work.

But sometimes, that cute little orange fuzz ball turns into something else. Something sneaky and mysterious. Something that runs furiously from one side of the house to another and stealthily hides behind doors and corners, jumping out to attack my legs as I walk by. Some might call this annoying, other might call it unagi. Even as I write this, an orange blur is scampering at lightening speed up and down the hall.

It should have come as no surprise to us that last night as we were watching Kung Fu Panda, Mo was enthralled. Though my cat often exhibits ninja-like qualities, it is rare for him, as is with all cats, to keep his attention on something for more than three seconds.

That's why it was so funny for me to look over at him perched up on his favorite chair, watching intently as Po battled Tai Lung to prove who was the true Dragon Warrior. His eyes followed the action as it moved on the screen and once he even jumped a little. It was so freakin funny.

So if you ever come over, be extra careful when walking through doorways or around corners. You never know when the Kung Fu kitty will attack...