Me at 7:15 am: Maggie, could you come down here?
Maggie half asleep: Okay…
Me: Come down quick! There’s a chipmunk in the house and I can’t ward off the H-K’s.
Me: Hunter-Killers. Patrol machines built in automated factories.
Me: The Terminators are infiltration units: part cat, part machine. Underneath, they’re a hyperalloy combat-chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Fully armored, very tough. But outside, they’re living feline tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs…
Me: Those Terminators are down here. They can’t be bargained with. They can’t be reasoned with. They don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they absolutely will not stop… ever, until that chipmunk is dead!
Okay, that’s not really how the conversation went down but seriously…when there’s a chipmunk in the house, the cats go ballistic. Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.
#terminator #cats #chipmunks