For those who know me, you know that I have an unhealthy fascination with zombies. I can't quite pin point the exact moment I slipped into this ridiculous addiction, but I know that it will probably take electroshock therapy to get me out. It has taken over my brain. I am now constantly in survival mode; scanning areas for quick and easy escapes, always knowing where my exits are, as if at any moment the apocalypse could be upon us.
Zombies are so often brought up in my conversations that I think I have infected my loved ones. For Christmas, my Mom put Swiss Army knives and LED flashlights into our stockings. Not just for general disaster preparedness, but specifically "for the zombie apocalypse" -My mother's words.
It has gotten so bad that I have even prepared my kitten for when zombies plague the lands. It started out as curiosity. Maybe boredom. Anyway, I wanted to see what she would do if I put her in my backpack.
In case you can't tell from the pictures, she loved it. Now, this little experiment was quite some time ago and to this day I still can't keep her out of my backpack. If it is hanging on my chair, she will paw at it until I pull it down for her to climb in. If left on the floor, I will find her napping in it. She has even started packing herself into any bag left unattended.
I have created a monster, but at least she will be ready for the zombies.
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