Today was a crazy, off day. On top of that, Diabolical Black Kitty, whom I love, nonetheless decided to pee on Dr. and Mrs. Method and Theory's bed-- like, right before they got in from a nine-hour car trip. That's Diabolical Black Kitty's modus operandi. Get you to trust her by following you around adoringly for weeks and then quickly turn the house into a giant litter box and bite you till the blood beads up for good measure once you've pronounced her reformed.
Needless to say, I left for my own home long after I'd originally planned.
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2 comments:
My wee nephew got a black kitty when he was small and it was absolutely adorable and purred and cuddled and generally made me fall in love. Then I saw it 2 years later and tried to rip my fucking face off. Kitties are diabolical, any niceness they show is just a facade to lure you in FOR THE KILL!
Exactly.
After Diabolical Black Kitty finished pissing everywhere and drawing blood out of my arms merely for sitting next to her, she climbed onto me and went to sleep over my heart, claws unsheathed into my torso. But she was so little and cute. I just couldn't be mad. I miss her already.
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