We have this black cat that's mean to the other cats and ran from us all the time.
But now he's closer to us and lets us pet him and he runs to us for food while meowing.
But he's still mean.
He attacks Casper, Samson and Momo and we don't like it.
So we chase him away and Mom sprays him.
But he keeps coming back.
And Alyssa likes him.
But he scratched her really bad last night and Mom got the hose and sprayed him.
I kind of feel bad because he clearly wants food and water like the other cats, but I ain't gonna let him attack the other cats and scratch my sister >___>
I was calling for Momo the other night and the black cat came up.
Me: Momo! Momooooo! Kitty kitty! Momo!
Him: Meooow! -runs up to me-
Me: You're not Momo >8u
Him: Meooow!
Me: No >8u
Him: Merrow? (hello)
Me: >>
It might have been 8u
I saw it on a medical show or Ripley's Believe It or Not o_O
My aunt will yell, leave, come back and yell, leave, come back and yell, etc.
And she refuses to admit she was wrong a lot.
If she admits it, she'll say she'll change and yet stays the same.
Every day is like walking on eggshells filled with glass.
I don't know what it's like to not be anxious all the time xD