Cats and I have a history. Also, words

[wolven7]

My mother's cat of 15 years, Midnight, flipped out and bit and scratched my grandmother, when I was two. She had Never done anything like that, and my grandmother nearly killed her for it.

The cat was protecting me; I was asleep in the room. (Björk - [Pagan Poetry]). She used to sit outside my door, and keep anyone from getting in, to disturb me, while I slept. My grandmother was the only exception, after that day. They came to a quick understanding.

Word for Yesterday: Appropriate

Flogging Molly - [The Spoken Wheel]--- Word of the Day: Tower

Attrition - [The Illuminator]--- Now I'm off to do stuff, and things.

Comments

[plantyhamchuk.livejournal.com]

Aw!

[wolven.livejournal.com]

She was the sweetest cat, to me, and only scratched me Once, when I pulled her tail far too hard. I was three.

[plantyhamchuk.livejournal.com]

yet more proof that cats are awesome.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yep :)