We had a showing of the house this morning, bright and early (gah), so I had to figure out something to do for an hour.

I decided to hit the local farmer's market.  It was kinds dull, actually, few stands, cheap beaded jewelry (I make much better stuff), though there was this incredible stand full of sock monsters with button eyes (more on that later).

Anyway, this guy was walking his cat, and we (my youngest and I) stopped to admire the long haired siamese pulling the owner along.  We got into a discussion about cats, specifically, what kind did we have.  He kept asking me questions about if they were 'odd' or not, and I figured that he really liked to talk about the strange and funny stuff they do.

Very earnestly, he told me that cats who act weird are possessed by demons, and I needed to point to the local pig farm (we don't have one all that handy, though we do live across from a field of cows, so maybe that would work?) and that would send the demons into the pigs.  I was just to read the bible, it was all there.  Oh, and pray.

Uh huh.  Me and my youngest thanked him very much for his advice, said bye-bye to the kitty, and pretended to study the bread at the stall we were next to.  At least he wasn't violent or such; just one more harmless kook.

And yet I kinda enjoyed the moment.  The world is full of weird and harmless craziness, and it makes me think that if they can make a place for themselves, so can I.