For the purpose of this blog, I'm always trying to relate cats to my outside interests as much as possible (See: cupcakes, fashion, Glee, Dexter, etc.), and now I've finally found a way to relate them to a show that (thankfully) has nothing to do with cats at all: American Horror Story on FX.
As much as the show creeps me out, I continue to watch, and in addition to bringing on the fear of a person in a gimp suit showing up in my room in the middle of the night, it's also brought back that old childhood fear of faceless monsters hiding under the bed. Recent episodes have featured various manners of attempted ankle grabbing, and since then I can't step out of bed at night without imagining a hand, breathlessly waiting to take me down.
That's the scenario that came to mind when watching this video of a kitten performing a sneak attack on an unsuspecting boy. Not that the video is scary in the least, but it made me think that if I could replace my fears with the idea that kittens are the ones patiently plotting my demise, then maybe I wouldn't have to keep practicing my long jump routine every time I get up at night to use the bathroom.