Feline demons

Last night B-rod and I were reading the Gospel of Mark when we came across the familiar story of the man possessed by a "legion" of demons. As the story goes, the man lived in the tombs of the Gerasenes and was cutting himself with stones and crying out wildly, so Jesus commanded the demons leave him and go into a herd of swine nearby. The demons left the man, entered the herd, and they drowned themselves.

Although I'd read this story many times, this was the first time I thought - "this means animals can be possessed by demons!" My thoughts turned immediately to the creature that shares my home: Stella.

Stella is c-razy. for real. She runs around the house like a flash, sometimes sideways, skidding sharply around doorframes. She routinely arches her back and hops madly at me sideways, making hiss hiss noises. Yesterday she jumped out of hiding and viciously sunk her fangs into my thigh.

I'm sure you can see where this is going: Brandon and I stayed up quite late, laughing madly, yelling "Legion!" as she ran in and out of our room in her frantic midnight dash. I commanded confidently in imitation, "Come out of this cat, you evil spirit!" After all people, WWJD, right?

After this went on for awhile, I realized it probably wasn't a laughing matter. Being the wuss that I am, I figured I would start to fear her immensely when alone with her, and that thoughts of demon-Stella would haunt my dreams if I didn't put a stop to my folly.