Happily On The Evil Side
This morning when I was still half asleep, my beloved cat bit me in the heel and woke me up.
I kicked him hard in the stomach, to my own surprise. But not his. Tim is probably better acquainted to my tempers than myself.
I would often act like an angel at night. I would lean my head towards him and he would lick my forehead and chew my hair. I call it love.
Sometimes we would play cat and dog, me chasing and Tim hiding and crawling back and biting at times. I call it love too.
But there are times when Tim