I am used to being followed by a passel of cats like a crazy cat lady. But I have new visitors that have proven their dedication to being with me. Always
It is interesting to me that creatures that are meant to be less intelligent than me have better survival skills
Just like the evil character in that video game Fables, I am surrounded by flies. Flies with great instincts. Welcome home, little buddies.
My cats have been introduced in this blog already, as I prefer them to almost all carbon-based life forms. Their antics have been documented due to their insatiable need to ruin a night of pampering; and their cuteness has been lauded as a way for me to give into maternal instincts and still drink gin.
But until now their personalities have been little discussed. So let me introduce you to…George!
when Satan takes feline form.
George is evil. Pure evilness. That is pretty much the extent of his personality. Except one time, while I was sleeping on my back, he scratched my neck near the corroded artery. Another time he scratched me across my wrist making me look like I am a cutter to my co-workers and friends. Well, I guess those weren’t personality traits but rather illustrations of his wickedness.