The
Landscape in Uganda is gorgeous. The People are Friendly. The food is
delicious. The animals are another matter. I am beginning to believe animals of
Uganda hate me. First it was the Narcissistic rooster then it was the
constipated cow that plotted to sleep deprive me into a mental institution. But
lucky for me I sleep harder the more sleep deprived I am. Ha ha! But I have
been tested once again. This time with one of Americas most loved animal the
devils spawn AKA a tabby Cat! The day started off as the ones before it,
rooster, cow, malevolent thoughts, breakfast, coffee, and then happiness. We went
to the school excited as always. Although there was a touch of gloom because we
knew that there was only one more day left. Today’s lesson was personalizing
learning. We taught techniques such as survey graph and design your own coat of
arms. The time and detail the teachers put into their coat of arms made me
almost shed a tear. I was touched by their account of what they found important
enough to put on their coat of arms. At the end of the day we were invited to
go to the founder, John Wanda, parent’s home. Never have I met better people. They
were soooo nice! They cooked us a huge meal of delicious treats.
They
spoke to us about the village and their family. I knew once I met them I would
never forget them.I
also will never forget their cat. A cat that seemed so innocent meowing at me
with huge eyes and a seemingly sweet disposition was actually, in my opinion,
laughing at me. I am allergic to cats. I sneeze and get watery eyed whenever
near them. So what did this cat want to do, cozy on next to me -_- . When I tried
to subtly shoo it away it gave me an evil look that warned me to not try that
again. But I am not going to fear a small feline that I could pick up with one
hand. The cat finally left. Thinking I finally had won I settled into getting
down with my scrumptious meal. But when I paused for breath I looked up to the
most horrified situations of my life. Mr. Tabby scaled the walls to a high
perch above my comfortable position on the couch. The cat gave me a wicked
kitty grin and proceeded to dive bomb my position. Touché mister kitty, Touché. 
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