Okay, so I'm not that bad, but I'm getting somewhat close. What starts as making fun of a certain type of person turns into wanting to actually act this way. It's quite a phenomenon with me. On another note, I have noticed that cats have some intuition when it comes to emotional matters. Oreo is thirteen years old, and she really has been there for me during times when I felt completely alone. As an over-emotional teenager, I would retreat to my room, away from my "villainous" parents, and Oreo would be there to cuddle and comfort. Penelope is only about four months old, but she is finally getting to point where she seems to enjoy spending a little quality time with us. But, that usually lasts about five to ten minutes and then she is back to being an insane cat-terror, ripping across the kitchen floor as if she were being chased by blood-sucking aliens.
I love coming home to my girls.
They are great friends--to each other, and to me.