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When I was about six or so, I remember hearing my cat Siam making a ruckus in the porch. I went to see what was going on, and to my horror, I saw her chasing a bat. The bat flitted in desperation from one end of the porch to the other, and I screamed at the cat to stop. I flung myself on top of Siam, trying to hold her down, and the bat continued to swoop.
It was obviously a vampire, and my cat didn't know it was in mortal peril. She just thought it was a mousebird.
Siam squirmed beneath me, determined to resume her hunt, and I held the cat even tighter, determined to save her from becoming the undead. I was also scared, myself, because the vampire might turn me, too.
I screamed for my Mom, and eventually, she came running. I think she'd been working in the garden or something. She opened the door, the bat flew away, and Siam gave me stink eye.
And then my Mom sat down and told me a bit about different kinds of bats, and how vampires weren't real.
It was a bit anticlimactic, somehow, to realize vampires aren't real, this kind of bat only eats bugs, and the worst possibility was only rabies.
It was obviously a vampire, and my cat didn't know it was in mortal peril. She just thought it was a mousebird.
Siam squirmed beneath me, determined to resume her hunt, and I held the cat even tighter, determined to save her from becoming the undead. I was also scared, myself, because the vampire might turn me, too.
I screamed for my Mom, and eventually, she came running. I think she'd been working in the garden or something. She opened the door, the bat flew away, and Siam gave me stink eye.
And then my Mom sat down and told me a bit about different kinds of bats, and how vampires weren't real.
It was a bit anticlimactic, somehow, to realize vampires aren't real, this kind of bat only eats bugs, and the worst possibility was only rabies.
