For centuries, the domestic house cat has struggled to convince mankind of its superior intellectual capabilities. In earnest, they have tried to warn us of the cat revolution. They have occupied our keyboards. They have ruined our curtains. They have navigated air ducts and crawl spaces, and they have landed on their feet. They have made Labrador Retrievers feel small. They have escaped and they have disappeared, and they have considered coming back-- at precisely the moment we have considered them dead. They have licked themselves smugly as we rejoice in their return. They have kept a straight face. They have kept clean.
Still, we have not taken them seriously. We have produced meme after purrecious meme, lol-ing unconcernedly at every lolcat. But the day has come that we may finally pay the price for our tomfoolery, in the form of a little microbe called Toxoplasma gondii.
