Cat Wars

So I’m not talking about an actual cats, it’s a stuffed animal cat. But it’s not just a stuffed animal, this cat symbolizes a feud between me and my cousin Tye.

It’s a cat from McDonald’s when they were doing toys for the movie Babe. Somehow the cat from the movie translated to the ugliest stuffed cat that I have ever seen. It has a flat face, and you can barely even see the eyes or nose. It’s ridiculously weird looking. Plus the eyes are kind of lop sided.

Don't mind me on the side.

Well this feud started at McDonald’s, when we were four years old (how do I even still have it???). Tye had a little brother Trevor, and when kids are young, they shouldn’t play with small things because they are choking hazards. Tye originally got the cat with his toy, and I don’t even remember what I got but it was something less cool. My mom saw the cat as a choking hazard, plus I’m pretty sure I wanted that cat, so a trade was done. This was not what Tye wanted and was done against his will. I am not really sure why both of us really wanted the cat, did we not notice it looked like a mutant cat? We must have overlooked it to focus on the fact we were fighting over it and that each of us wanted it more.

Every time we get together, the cat is brought up at least once. It is a very interesting subject to talk about. Tye always claims that it is rightfully his. I say that it was given to me by our parents and it’s too bad because I have it regardless of what he says. For some reason the cat has survived many clean outs in spite of the fact that it is super ugly to look at, and despite the fact that I've had it for sixteen years.

When I was thirteen I remember that when our grandparents came to visit. The cat was of course brought up. I decided that I needed to send Tye blackmail pictures of the cat. My grandma helped me take pictures of the cat in various places, mostly on top of a safe I had for money. Then we sent the pictures in an email to Tye and I wrote a nefarious email about how evil I was for having the cat. Yes I was a cool thirteen year old. I don’t remember the response, but it boiled down to him saying “what the heck??”

The cat is still with me and I have it in college as my prize-winning trophy. I am sure that I will have this cat for years to come so the feud will continue on.