It's 12:22 am, I'm watching a new Asylum "SiFy" movie about Aliens with Tom Sizemore, and I have one beer left. Also, Milly woke from nap, is full of salmon and pork, and running amok at Warp 12...and I have an alarm set for 0830 for pre-NFL thangz to do. ?
They also installed extra lighting here in the hallways and outside, 'cuz of idjits. Which is good.
Problemz be, it's not dark at night any more. It's not like the combined LED output from all the gear in here aint enough? Dammit.
Milly don't mind, she can see 'things' outside even better now....argh.
But, if I pull the covers over my head to block the light, that just means Milly has "things under covers" as targets for pounce attack....she leaps off of the headboard onto me just like Tiki used to. The difference is, unlike the de-clawed Tiki, she has all of the Feline weapons at her disposal. And she hones them all the time.
I have a nice hole in my left foot from one of those attacks on feets.
She's a weapon, yeah. But, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Cats are
obligate predators. And she is a predator as she should be. No insect lives in this Apt any more. Not the spiders, the carpet beetles, the little things that plagued my pasta, nothing. She hunted them down and ate them all. If it moves, it dies.
I feed her raw meat too, as cats are meant to eat, and she flourishes on it.
She's not as belligerent/angry/fearful as was when I got her either, she's mellowed out with age and loves hugs, petting, belly rubs, and bulls her way right under the covers with me at night.
IDK her true past, the Humane Society won't tell me...but she still has nightmares...dark deep growling nightmares that could wake the dead. I hug her, hold her, and talk her back to sleep. There is darkness in that cat's history. But with me, she knows she is safe.
She's just like my 'ol Tortishell I raised from a un-weened feral babe long ago. And who died in my arms at 8yo. That cat would have killed for me...and she did...she'd bring me 'parts' of her kills and drop them at my feet.
Milly is not any of my former cats, nor my helper; she is my companion. Tiki was like an old lady's cat: still feisty, strong, wild yet demure, reserved, but an elder cat.
This cat is like none I've ever had. There is a fire in her. I'm a Leo, she is a Virgo, go figure, eh?
For better or worse, as all relationships are. Love hard, fight hard, snuggle much, purr always.
I saved her, and she saved me.
That, is my kitteh. And I am blessed.