. . .wait let me think about this. . .
Actually, the Demon Cat is an Irish folk tale among the many collected by Lady Francesca Wilde, mother of Oscar, writer in her own right, and not the biggest fan of cats I've ever met. But the tales she spins of the Irish lore about cats is hair-raising and perfect for today. . .
There was a woman in Connemara, the wife of a fisherman, and as he always
had very good luck, she had plenty of fish at all times stored away in the house
ready for market. But to her great annoyance she found that a great cat used to
come in at night and devour all the best and finest fish. So she kept a big
stick by her and determined to watch.
One day, as she and a woman were spinning together, the house suddenly became quite dark; and the door was burst open as if by the blast of the tempest, when in walked a huge black cat, who went straight up to the fire, then turned round and growled at them.
"Why, surely this is the devil!" said a young girl, who was by, sorting the fish.
"I'll teach you how to call me names," said the cat . . .
Read the rest of the feline wickedness here.
By the way, do any of you remember Bunnicula? Happy Halloween, everybody!