I wrote this in an e-mail to my mother on May 24 and it made everyone's day...
On a note that will make you smile - Cody (Brit's roommate's cat) attacked me last night. Yep, you heard it. I cannot describe the fear that runs through your body when you see a miniature tiger flying at you, ready to tear any part of your flesh he can get. Apparently, Conor and Cody are both very territorial kitties and...well...their visit didn't go so well. Brit and I thought they needed some time, so we left for Wal-Mart and things seemed Ok when we came back except that Conor was still hiding under the bed. Then Cody came in and was cornering her under there and they were just all hisses and growls and weird noises that almost sounded like talking. Fatty was very confused. Brit took Cody away and I pulled her out and held her and...oh wait. Earlier before Wal-Mart the two were hissing at each other, so I just went to pick Fatty up because he was being sweet while the others fought and then Cody jumped on me and sliced my wrist because I was picking up Fatty. Ok, so now AFTER Wal-Mart I got Conor out from the bed while Brit took Cody away. I carried Conor through the living room to get out and as I was walking through, Cody came charging at me and just FLEW. I took pictures of the resulting injuries on my phone - It looks like a vampire bit my butt twice and I have these three long slashes on my inner leg under my butt. Britney was laughing so hard - I was too except it hurt and I could feel the blood dripping down my leg. He bit a hole in my pants! Poor Conor. Cody jumped me just because I was holding Conor. Looks like Fatty will have to come to MY house for sleepovers. I was so looking forward to being able to have them at either place. Needless to say, I'm a little sore today and sitting certain ways or bending my wrist certain ways isn't the most favorable. Who knew they'd hate each other so much? I thought you might smile at that because you know how sweet and fat and huge Cody is. Now imagine him flying at you in full attack mode- not fun. I had to RUN out the door after that because he was fixin' to lunge at me again. Once I got out the door, he stood right by it and growled and growled and hissed some more. Sheesh!
See, Rissy? I believe everyone should hate cats the way I do!!!! There is a reason I hate them-they're evil, very evil!!!!!!!! Love ya, Aunt Linda
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