We all think cats are cute balls of fluffy fun, but there's also something sinister about them. Sometimes you occasionally glance over at them, and you catch them glaring at you, it's not the look an affectionate pet gives their master, but a steely cold look of merciless hatred and repugnance. The look a murdered child's mother gives the killer when he gets off with manslaughter - there's something untoward in that glance, something unsettling. Like the cat is exacting revenge right there in its little fur-lined skull.

Call me paranoid, call me deluded, call me irresponsible, heck you can even call me unreliable but I'm onto something here, I've been onto it for some time, all I needed was the slightest hint of validation and I've found it.

Now we've established that cats are the spawn of the unholy armies of Lucifer and are all out to massacre our families while we sleep, you need to know the tell tail (!) signs, and just what are those? Is it a destruction of feral alley cats staking out your house, maliciously tapping baseball bats on their paws - the bats themselves strewn with matted human hair, congealed blood and skull fragments? Is it a pride of lions constantly cruising by your house in a pimped-up Chevrolet Camaro, shooting you the evil eye, then pointing at you and making a slicing motion across their throats?

No, that would just be too easy; they're far more mundane, far more ordinary, so check out this list and be afraid. Get your cat, before it gets you...

Here's a perfect case of life imitating art, or a computer game, which, depending on which side of the fence you fall, could be art or it could just be a pixel-polygonated escape from reality for fan boys, but anyway.

Here's an article about the release of the second expansion pack for World Of Warcraft, the online game for fanatics, as if anyone needs to be told. It's all pretty straight forward stuff but about a third of the way down we learn of a certain fate that befalls one Scott Hamshere from Bromley, which is in the county of Kent in England.

What happens to him is not just funny, in the schadenfreude vein of humour, but it also, strangely, mimics the gameplay of Warcraft...

A classic case of spawn camping, perhaps? Camped for 18 hours for a rare spawn with an even rarer drop, only to fall asleep 5 minutes before it spawned. Some n00b jumped and KSed him!