The Machinations of the Evil W. Exposed !
When ____ moved in, bringing along her two cats, I thought nothing of it. It was only a few months later that I realised W. was evil; pure evil as am matter of fact.
Arendt wrote about the banality of evil. Had she met W., she would have written about the banality of fat evil, or the fat banality of evil. You see, W. is fat .
From a distance, he looks like any other fat, white cat: a cross between a maggot and a walrus, to be exact. A closer look reveals what at first appears to be a vacant, slightly dazed stare. Were one not to know, that he is pure evil, W. would simply strike one as a simpleton of a cat; a simpleton who looks as if he swallowed your mother's poodle, that it. But W. is anything but a simpleton, as I have found out.
I had always wondered to where he would disappear during the day. "Cat naps" I thought until the day I discovered his notes. There, underneath the underwear that I had dropped previously some months before and which W. had used as a sleeping quarter ever since, lay the evidence. As you are about to see for yourself, it is pretty hot stuff .
Now, some of you might argue that I am quite mad and that the evidence that I am about to present is a fabrication. While this is, indeed, possible and even probable, I can assure you that it is not the case. After all, were I a liar, I certainly would not risk life and limb exposing the W.'s evil deeds. Instead, I would simply state that my fat cat is a kind feline who prefers to play with fluffy pieces of wool, rather than plot the downfall of civilisation as we know it (with the exception of Albania, a country that he rather fancies).
Others will claim, that just because W. meows at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of a night , I hold a grudge against him,. They will also contend, that it is precisely because he only has a vague sense of where the litter box is, that I am now blackening his good name. To these detractors, I simply say that "rubbish': evil has to be exposed, even when it leaves hairballs on my freshly bought newspapers. In any case, I will let the evidence - presented here in no particular order - speak for itself.