The past two nights I've been thinking about that documentary Grizzly Man. In case you don't know, it is about Timothy Treadwell- a recovering addict who decided to live amongst the wild bears of Alaska and film his interactions with them.
I was trying to figure out WHY this has been popping into mind, considering I have never seen the documentary. I've only heard about it.
THEN, last night it dawned on me.
Timothy Treadwell defended the bears and tried to speak up for their safety against poachers and park officials, whom he felt put the rights of visitors first.
Sadly, before ending his stay with the bears of Alaska both Timothy and his girlfriend were eaten by one of the bears.
Think about it. Right before cat teeth went into my eye I was in the middle of saying, "I don't know why you guys say this cat is evil. He's just misunderstoo--- Ahhhhh, my eye!"
I promise that this will be the final post about the damn cat and my eye! Honest!
(But he seemed so innocent! I bottle-fed this bastard from the time he was three days old, saving him from certain doom. Sorry folks, I may need therapy to work this out.)