What's new pussycat

[alice789]

The other animal resident of this house happens to be my little brother's cat, Jack.
On occasion, he'll venture into my room to demand attention from me.


When I was young, I rescued a kitten from a shelter. He was feisty, and wild as a baby, clawing up my arms and chest as I carried him to the car. But he was small and soft and at night he would curl up next to my neck, purring.
I named him Daedalus, which was later shortened to DaeCat, which became something of a play on Descartes. My friends who met him immediately asked if Dae was short for Daemon.
He was an evil cat. I've often told stories about him clawing open cupboards at night, tearing up and eating whole bags of chips or loaves of bread in the dark - of when I'd walk into the kitchen in the morning to find a bread massacre all over the floor, and there at the scene of the crime, my stupid cat, laying on his side, too fat to move.

In other news, today is the day that astah boards an airplane departing Guangzhou and returns to America.
My time here in Las Vegas is winding down, and I never thought I'd be as happy as I am, to leave it.