May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor....

Ok, this one is just plain crazy.  Before I can tell you what I was pondering, I have to give you a little background.  I've got cats(enter crazy cat lady comment here).  And those cats figure in to this brain game my mind was playing.  So, let me introduce you to the cast of characters.  First of all there's Jessi.  He's a MASSIVE black cat, that we've recently started calling Fatniss(In honor of the Hunger Games).  Then there's Cricket, also a black cat who is quite the diva.  And Max, yet another black cat, this is adorable, but quite stupid.  All of these cats live at my moms house.  Then there are these other cats that are from Matt's apartment.  First there's Buddy.  He's a regal, sweet, but kind of snooty white cat, with orange splotches.  He's really quite beautiful, and he knows it.  Then there's Winky.  He's a stripedy cat, that is an empath.  Seriously, if you feel it, he does too.  He's kind of emo actually(must be the whole "middle child syndrome" thing).  And finally, there's my little Stubby.  He's an adorable little stripedy kitty, born with only a stub for a tail-hence the name.  What he lacks in the tail area, he makes up for in speed.  For real, this cat can move!

Alrighty, now that you're up to speed, here comes the insanity.  So, as usual, I'm trying to sleep.  And Jessi is with me, trying to cuddle but really just smothering me, and I keep calling him "Fatniss".  And I ask him if he'd win the Hunger Games.  And boom! Brain latches on, shifts into overdrive, and I'm in trouble.  So, I start imagining what would happen if there was a Hunger Games for cats.  And more specifically, the six cats that I'm familiar with.  Not gonna lie...I was seriously entertained by this one.  And almost didn't care that I was going to be up all night, again.  Here's what I think would happen:

• First, in this version of the Hunger Games, no cats would be harmed, or killed.
• Jessi would most definitely be the winner-Simply because when it comes to food, he don't play around.  I mean, the boy is massive!
• That being said, Winky would be a huge contender.  He may be skinny, but that boy can eat! And he WILL get to the food.
• Buddy would probably go crazy, having to be out in the wild, with no one to tend to his needs. The cat loves to be pampered. 
• Cricket would annoy all of the other cats with her need for attention, and by the third day, all of the other cats would shun her.
• Max would totally be the snitch.  He's already a tattle-tale, and would form alliances with all of the other cats, then immediately forget said alliances-yes, he is that dumb!
• Stubby would totally be the Peeta of the group.  He'd be the one that you'd walk right up to, and not even see...not because he'd painted himself into a rock, but because he likes to hide, and he likes to run.  You'd never catch him.
• Buddy would eventually snap, turn into a hissing, slapping feral monster...that no one would take seriously, because if you've ever heard him hiss, or seen him slap, you know he's not really a threat.
• Winky would get all emo by day 2, and just want his Daddy...
• Cricket would try to endear herself to whichever cat would let her come close
• Max would forget what he was doing, and would just tra-la-la off into the sunset
• Jessi would gather all of the food at the cornucopia, and just sit there, daring anyone to challenge his victory.
• And Stubby would be hiding in the food Jessi gathered, and you'd only see him from time to time as he's zipping from one place to the other.

And that, my friends, is what keeps me up at night...