Wisconsin Cats: “Fur’s gonna fly!”
They’re peering out of windows, looking down from rooftops, lurking behind every tree in cities and towns across Wisconsin. They’re reading their Dylan Thomas, praising their kitty-gods, and passing their kitty-ammunition. They’ve gone to the mattresses. There isn’t a spare bag of Whiskas, Friskies, or Kitty Litter to be found in a grocery store within twenty miles of Madison. They’ve dug in and they are ready to rumble.
"Bring them awwwn," I heard one fluff-muffin purr as I passed near a dumpster behind a seafood restaurant near the Capitol. The rednecks want to shoot them, but they better watch out because Fluffy is armed and she plans to shoot back.