Guns and Kitties

I was absorbed by stumbleupon (much like the various Star Trek characters were absorbed by the Borg.  I swear that site is like crack for web browsing) when in the midst of apparently endless number of sites comprising lists of odd facts (or "facts."  I'm never sure how credible they all are) I stumbled on a page that had downloaded the video shot by a dashboard cam in a cop car that recorded some crazy ass Ohioan who stepped out of his unfashionable car at a traffic stop, turned and starting unloading like 50 bazillion rounds into the cops' car.  You can see it HERE

Amazingly, even after this hail of lead, neither cop was seriously wounded.  The crazyass, on the other hand, wound up just as dead as you might expect some guy standing fully exposed shooting at a couple of cops would be.

Of course, a lifetime of American TV has so inured me to these scenes from various police shows that I was only mildly struck by it, mostly along the lines of "This guy really wanted to be sure he got killed. Thoroughly."

Studying AK 47 marksmanship

Saki, on the other hand, was riveted by it.  He's usually oblivious to whatever is happening on the computer, even when it plays four goddam Smiths songs in a row.  Something about this video, though, got his full attention.

It's possible he's planning something I should worry about.  This is particularly worrisome since he has developed the skill of appearing in my lap without me realizing how he's gotten there.  I'll be leafing along through worthless internet sites and looked down only to discover I have a lapful of cat.  How do these things happen?  If my leg didn't go to sleep and if he could ever refrain from farting (please god,) I'd never even know he was there.

Stealth cats, that's how the world ends.