Temptation=Writing+Cats

I'm sorry!!!! I just couldn't stay away for long. Writing always pulls me back in somehow. In fact even more so when I'm stressed, which I am now. If I could I'd write all day. It's like what the apple was to Eve in the Garden of Eden (Seriously why was it an apple? Why not a pineapple? Or a mango? There's a thousand other fruits but why that? Or did some genius of a fruit seller invent the part about it being an apple...hmm seems more reasonable. If I'm right the particular fruit was never mentioned).

Anyhow, it's raining over here, not cats and dogs thank goodness or I'd have to be wary of the sudden interior waterfall that comes with the rain. Today was ok I guess. Nothing to bad, nothing that great either. Except for the fact that I met a tiny, ferocious, stripey furball on my way out of college. Of course said furball was being chased by some supposedly loony human trying to capture it to be adopted (I doubt the furball was happy about this) and therefore it emitted the loudest screech I have ever heard from a kitten the size of my fist. Must've had loudspeakers for lungs. I near jumped out of my skin when it gave that screech before it dodged behind a pillar. It was the kitten equivalent of a human screaming bloody murder. I never recalled kittens being that loud. Ferocious, yes but certainly not such a screecher. I did meet one that I tried to save in high school because it was perched on a drain ledge and it was raining. Didn't really want it to get wet and sick since it was only so tiny. It had a brother with it too, but that one had more brains than guts and was hiding in the drain hole. Well, this critter obviously got terrified (try looking up at a human hundreds of times your size and tell me you feel brave), puffed itself up to more than twice it's furballness, locked itself in that position, lost it's balance while hissing at me and promptly fell butt first into the drain. I tried to pick it up but somehow it managed to scramble into the drain hole, wet butt and all. I think I kind of hurt it's dignity back then. Sorry kitty, was only trying to help.

I guess that's where my obsession with cats and kittens started off. Hehe...sorry to all the people I have annoyed by attempting catspeak and having myself referred to as Kitten. But I must admit, the cats always meow back and they do love me! I've never been scratched or bitten. A certain someone apparently hated the fact that I was referred to as Kitten and never said a word so *shrugs* not my fault. Don't like it, say so and don't wait till everything's over before you squeak.