Cat, stage 4 projection: about 2029
[The following Public Service Announcement is taken from my book
Idiocy, Ltd. Pick up a copy today and save yourself a world of trouble. --E.M.]
Re: CATS
They’re onto me. It happened again today. Not long now and I may not be here to warn you.
But does it matter? How many of you are listening anyway?
I will give it one more try.
Until now I’ve usually kept my warnings polite and indirect, focusing on the relatively unimportant issue of dogs vs. cats as pets. Everyone knows the world is divided between “dog people” and “cat people”. Up to now most of my efforts have been aimed at making cat people see reason--to help them rethink allowing felines into their homes.
“Cats are loving and intelligent companions,” they’d say. “Besides, they’ve got more personality than dogs.”
Uh-huh. And mashed potatoes are a tasty alternative to duck à l’orange.
These discussions usually followed a predictable pattern.
“Look,” I’d begin. “Let’s do a little thought experiment.”
“Sure.”
“Imagine you’re at home in your living room, about midnight, and some drugged up kid breaks in. One of those fluke break-ins by an addict in need of drug money. He’s got a tire iron and his plan is to smash your head in and rifle your place for cash. Now, for this experiment, I want you to imagine you have a dog as pet. Okay?”
“Sure.”
“So--what would your dog do when the kid came at you?”
“He’d bark like mad!” the cat lover says. “He’d bite him.”
“You're right. Now imagine the same situation, but you’ve got a cat instead of a dog. What would your cat do when it saw the intruder coming at you with the tire iron?”
“Uhhh . . .”
“Not sure? I’ll tell you what your cat would do. It'd sense danger and dive for cover behind the sofa.”
“Well . . .”
“Then after the intruder had killed you and left with your cash and credit cards, once the coast was clear, your cat would come out from behind the sofa and check you out. Then it'd proceed to laze on the sofa."
"You're sick."
"Well, what do you think your cat would do? I think you know. Your precious cat would do nothing to protect you. It'd watch out for its own fuzzy little ass by ducking behind the sofa. And what does that tell you about cats?”
“I dunno . . . They’re smart?”
“Agent Smith is smart. That doesn’t mean I’d want him as a roommate.”
“Whatever. It’s not gonna happen,” the cat lover concludes. “And I’m not so sure my cat wouldn’t defend me anyhow. You never know!”
“Right.”
Sometimes I’ll raise a different scenario, in which the cat lover is in her living room with her cat, watching TV, but this time there’s a witch hovering outside the window who decides to shrink her down to six inches tall. Suddenly there she is on the sofa next to Mittens, but six inches tall. What would Mittens do?
Of course I usually get the same evasive “Uhh . . .” for answer.
“Your cat that loves you would look at you for four or five seconds, a bit confused maybe, then smack you one with its right paw, then smack you again with its left, then break your spine with its jaw, and it would keep playing with you like that until dinner was finished. Doubt it?”
“My cat would never do that.”
“Give me a break. But what would a dog do in this situation? Imagine it. Really: try to imagine. The reaction would be very different. A dog seeing its owner suddenly shrunk would panic. It would whine, its tail would wag nervously, it'd run around trying to figure out what to do. In short:
A dog would do pretty much what a human would do. That’s the gulf between dogs and cats--same as the gulf between dogs and lizards.”
Having presented these scenarios, having pointed to the other obvious disadvantages of cats (hair stuck on everything, the LITTER BOX) by the end of the conversation the cat lover would still usually insist there was nothing perverse about living with cats. Instead, he or she would typically go away convinced I was a jerk for coming up with such scenarios in the first place.
That’s mental illness for you, huh? Try to help people and they turn on you. Is there any getting through the kitty fog that blinds them?
But that was the old days. Things are different now. Now I’m taking the gloves off. No more
pet talk. Because is about the fate of humanity. I’ve decided to come out with the full truth. Someone has to, and frankly, I’m sick to death of watching this. Personally, again today, I was almost killed by one of these vicious creatures.
I was walking in a lane near my apartment in Taipei, where I live. In recent days I’d noticed a new cat prowling the neighborhood, slinking behind parked cars, glaring at me as I headed to work. Nasty butterscotch-and-whitish thing--what do they call it, "tabby"? I paid it no mind, except to glare back.
I should point out that these Taipei lanes are often abuzz with traffic, usually motorcycles and scooters. Kids fly down them at a pretty good clip too, and it’s a wonder more of them don’t get killed, except that plenty of them do get killed.
Anyhow, heading home from work, walking down the lane, two young women on a motorbike were flying toward me at high speed, nothing to worry about, they’d simply fly past, except that this time that tabby street cat decided to dash out from under a parked car and right into the line of traffic.
What do you think the girl driving the motorbike did, run over poor kitty? No. She swerved straight at me. Better to injure a walking man than harm a street cat.
I leapt just in time and landed on the ground, my glasses flying off my face as the girls skidded to a stop ten meters away.
The girl on the back jumped off and ran to check--on the fucking cat! The driver gave me a non-committal smile and said: “Sorry. You OK?”
“No,” I said, sitting up on the pavement. “First, you’re going way too fast for a lane. Second, you could have put me in the hospital. If I hadn’t dived, I’d have broken bones.”
“Well, sorry. As long as you’re alright. I mean, I saw the cat but didn’t see you.”
Which was a lie, given my size relative to the cat.
“The cat’s alright!” the other girl said, coming back breathless and smiley. It was then I noticed the Hello Kitty helmet.
“Pssh!” I scoffed. I stood up, dusted myself off, limped away.
Now maybe in all this you see an everyday traffic mishap: a cat spooked by something runs into the street, driver swerves and knocks someone down. That's not how I see it. Because this isn’t the first time this kind of thing has happened. The truth is that cat tried to kill me, and it had come into this neighborhood to do just that. Yes, my accident today was actually a case of attempted murder. And this is why I’m finally going to reveal what I know about cats. Because the truth must be told. Before it’s too late.
Cats are an alien species of life that has come to our planet to take it over. They are a parasitic life form that has learned to impersonate mammals so as to attach themselves to us, their hypnotized human hosts. My research suggests they are making rapid progress in this takeover. I believe they'll soon be moving to Stage 3. Once that happens, we're finished.
For whatever reason, cats have chosen to infiltrate us by hypnotizing and subjugating the female half of the species. They’ve done this through their supposed cuteness. Consider: It used to be that women who had trouble with men would turn to religion or volunteering or some other kind of charitable work. But look what’s happened. Community service or prayer or knitting clubs are all passé. Most of these women now become cat ladies. Instead of doing anything for other people, they spend their days taking care of feline parasites from outer space. Is it any surprise the parasites are multiplying?
Did I mention religion? Have you noticed how cats have become objects of almost cult-like worship for these women? They’ve replaced the role previously held by Jesus, the Virgin Mary, the Buddha. The cats have done it by design. They're leading us to worship them.
Did I say
hypnotized? That's to put it mildly. Cats carry a brain virus called
Toxoplasma gondii which they transmit to humans via contact with their excrement. Cute, huh? And think about it: contact with cat excrement is pretty much a sure thing when they’re shitting inside your house in a little sandbox, then tramping the shit-laced sand dust everywhere with their designed-to-transfer-shit-dust puffball paws. Shit dust on tables and chairs, shit dust on sofas and counters, shit dust all over. Is it any surprise people with cats become carriers of the Toxo virus, which has been linked to schizophrenia and brain cancer by the way, but which also, and this is key, has been shown to
warp other mammals’ brains so as to make them attracted to the smell of cat urine.
Don't believe me? Go look it up. Zoologists suppose cats and the virus evolved in symbiosis so as to draw rodents to the odor of cat piss, the virus thus offering cats a little protein perk for hosting it. And guess what, cat lover: In this equation you’re the rodent. Virally mesmerized by the smell of your cat’s pee, you slavishly feed and care for it day after day while it sits there glaring at you, waiting for the day when it can give up all pretense of being a pet and take over.
Scientists insist evolution explains the virus, but I know differently. Though I support evolutionary theory in general, in this instance I smell intelligent design.
Alien intelligent design. Toxo is a high-grade bioweapon installed in the cats in pursuance of total human enslavement at the hands, or paws, of these stinking pseudo-mammals and their alien overlords.
An estimated sixty million Americans currently carry the
Toxoplasma virus. House cats should be banned. I’m thinking industrial-sized burlap bags with bricks. Or the way we deal with cattle that have mad cow disease. But instead of sane public policy, what do we get? A worldwide onslaught of pro-feline propaganda.
Do I even have to mention the Hello Kitty brand again? It’s perverted the minds of tens of millions of young girls globally, many becoming office women who tote Kitty cell phones or key chains, then soon after that going full-on cat lady.
I can still remember the shudder I felt arriving in Asia back in the ‘90s when I saw how saturated the culture was with this mouthless little vermin, the Kitty icon. At the time I didn’t understand what was behind my shudder. Now I do. I was experiencing a premonition of the slow infiltration that was just then entering a new stage.
Two decades on, Kitty has infiltrated the West too. In the States I see Kitty girls all over and cat ladies popping up on every corner. Start with Avril Lavigne and work your way out.
Here north of Taipei in the park where I go for a smoke break from work there’s a dotty-looking cat lady who walks round every evening putting down little plastic bowls of Friskies for the strays. They wait for her under parked cars and glare at me with their alien eyes as I smoke my mini cigars. They know me. They know I’m onto them.
But as for the homeless woman missing one arm who hangs out on the other side of the park--does our cat lady ever bring something for her? Never. I chat with the homeless woman and put change in her bowl a few times a week. Meanwhile the cat lady feeds these alien parasites, raising up the next generation.
I watch her as she makes her rounds, the distracted air, the nervous twitch on her face, brain eaten away by the Toxo.
When is the world going to wake up? How obvious does it have to get? It’s to the point that these invaders have begun hardwiring humans to work for them.
Did I say humans? Maybe I should say fakes, androids.
Years ago I read
The Facebook Effect, David Kirkpatrick’s book on the conception and founding of the world’s first major social network. Kirkpatrick focused on the strategies behind Facebook’s advance and the brilliance Mark Zuckerberg showed every step of the way, overcoming obstacle after obstacle, foreseeing problems months before they came up. It was an amazing story, and before I’d finished the book, as I was reading the last chapters in a local cafe, it dawned on me: “This Zuckerberg guy isn’t actually human.”
And he isn’t.
Mark Zuckerberg is an alien plant, an android. He was put here by the cats. You doubt it? Skim Facebook feeds and you’ll see. Photos of cats, cats used as profile pictures, endless videos showing the skills and “cuteness” of these adorable “animals”. Nonstop visual atrocity!
As a psy-op, Facebook sure was genius. You gotta hand it to these despicable aliens. “Zuckerberg”, that supposed smart Jewish kid from White Plains, New York, created a portal through which the cats could invade ever more of our human consciousness. People are now actually using cat faces for their profile pictures. Can you beat that for propaganda? People
identifying themselves with the aliens that will soon enslave them.
With all this going on, how long can it be before they make their move--before they reach out their paws for total control? Perhaps there won’t even be a coup. They’ll achieve ascendancy slowly without us even noticing. It will be a silent takeover, not a whimper of protest. One fine day most of the planet will wake up and realize they’ve been reduced to sweat-shop conditions, working in huge cat toy factories or grinding up lobster and fish carcasses to fill truckload after truckload with cans of Friskies Captain’s Platter. Meanwhile the cats will be feeding us intravenously. We’ll be chained body and soul to the fishy grindstone of their pussy utopia.
OK, that last line didn’t come out right. But anyhow, after the takeover will come the physical change, Stage 4, when the cats shape-shift to reveal their true appearance. Some fellow researchers in this area have managed to get images of what this next stage of cat will look like. It isn’t pretty.
Of course I realize some of you may be skeptical. You may have doubts that cats are actually an alien species sent here to enslave us. You may suspect I personally just don’t like cats and am making all this up because I’m allergic to cats and my grandma’s cat scratched me up bad when I was four and I still haven’t forgotten it. But I’ve a few more facts I think will cinch the deal.
First, when I say that cats are here to reduce us to groveling submission I am referring to
house cats only. I have nothing against the larger cats: lions, tigers, panthers, cheetahs, cougars--these all can be fine animals, especially the latter. No, it’s only house cats, those that pose no apparent threat to humans, that concern me.
Because if you research the history of these smaller cats, you will find something very strange. Paleozoologists actually have trouble explaining it.
Consider: Cats were first domesticated in Egypt around the time the pyramids were built. It is in Egypt we first find cat bones buried in ways that indicate they were pets. But interestingly, these cats are of a type and species that
can’t be found in the zoological record. There's so far no evidence of any similar-sized wild species of cat that the Egyptians domesticated. In other words, the zoological record shows that this species first showed up in Pharaonic Egypt as human pets. The species didn’t exist until it was
already living in Egyptian households.
How is that possible? It’s nothing like the case with dogs or other animals, whose domestication can easily be traced from wild forebears. What does it mean?
I have told you.
House cats are an
artificial species. They are
fake animals. They were genetically engineered precisely to be taken in by us. The alien intelligence that engineered them used wild cats as a rough model (they wanted to create a convincing mammal) but made the soon-to-be-domestic cats smaller and more deviously intelligent. The Egyptians fell for the bait: they took the creatures in, and the demented practice of keeping house cats spread from there around the world.
It’s little surprise the Egyptians were the first to host this parasite. As noted archeologists like Erich van Däniken and Zecharia Sitchin (the former was nominated for the Nobel Prize, but didn’t get it because of the machinations of Swedish cat lovers) have pointed out, there is evidence the Egyptians, in their technological advancement and in the construction of the pyramids, were using techniques taught them by aliens. In fact is likely that, like the Nazca lines in Peru, the pyramids were important markers of some kind for alien landing strips. One can imagine how it went. Hyperintelligent cat-faced creatures arriving in their UFOs, landing in the Egyptian desert and meeting with the Pharaoh to tell him what to do. And the Pharaoh, he's like: “Okay. Whatever you cats say.”
This is how it happened. Van Däniken deserved that Nobel Prize.
Yes, I know there’s a lot of info here and maybe you’re having trouble digesting it. But the point is, something must be done before it’s too late. I’m trying to get the warning out here, and I'm tired of getting blank stares. So if you're reading this and are not yourself infected by Toxo, you might help me. Share this as widely as possible.
Eric Mader
Taipei
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