Glowing cat? Not in MY house...

Yay for researchers in New Orleans who have made a cat glow, not just because it's funny as shit (yeah, I started out as white trash...and?) but because it may help cure cystic fibrosis. Someone pointed this story out to a mailing list I'm on with the subject Finally: One you won't trip over when stumbling to the bathroom at 3 a.m.. Here was my reply:

Two problems with that rationale:

One, I'm extremely nearsighted, so what I see ain't actually where it
is.
Two, if the little bastard is between you and the bathroom at 3 a.m., it
is going to assume you want to either love on it or play with it. It
will move quickly, most likely to the position about to be occupied by
your feet. You will INDEED piss yourself for at LEAST the first six
weeks as a disembodied glowing blob runs figure eights around your
ankles at 3 a.m. You will learn not to drink after noon so that you will
not even need to pee in case the power goes out. Not that my cats are
evil...or is that all cats?

Mr. Green Genes may be a cutie, but not in my house he's not.