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feeling: like I want more Oreos
listening to: Japanese homework
I now have three Ragnarok Online characters. Symone the Swordschick, my baby, is somewhere in the lower 30s levels-wise; Miera the Archer isn't getting much play time since her server seems to be cursed with ridiculous lag lately; and my newest, Raelin the Thief, is ADORABLE. *smooches her* I can't wait to get her all leveled-up and strong~
Ok... so a few days ago my mom told me that our two cats had gotten into a nasty scrap last week. They can't stand each other (Ginger loves tormenting Misty, and Misty hisses and spits up a storm if Ginger comes within 10 feet of her), and neither of them care at all for other cats. We always know there's a stray wandering around our property when we hear these absolutely horrendous yowls and growls outside at night, signaling that Misty or Ginger has spotted a strange feline and is yelling her head off at it. Even worse when they're indoors and see a stray prowling around outside through the back door, especially if it's dark out. That's what happened the other day... Misty was near the back door in the evening and saw a stray just outside the door, and went into that horrible yowling and growling mode that freaks all of us out. And apparently Ginger was in the wrong place at the wrong time (i.e. in the same room at the same moment), because Misty went berserk at the sight of the strange cat, got confused, and pretty well tore Ginger limb from limb. There were huge chunks of fur lying all over the room. I just about freaked when Mom told me this, as Ginger is quite literally the best non-human friend I've ever had (almost the best friend I've ever had, period) and I would wring Misty's spoiled-rotten little neck if she ever hurt her... but apparently Ginger came out of it fine. Dad checked her out and didn't even see any blood, amazingly.
Anyhow, then this morning I woke up from a dream in which I returned home from college for the weekend to find no sign of Ginger. I remember asking Mom "Where's my best friend?" and after a pause she replied with something like, "She's... just sort of... rotting away, as cats go." I asked her when, she said last Tuesday. I asked her why, she said because of infected wounds from an attack by Misty. I looked her in the eye - I could just feel the emotionlessness and blank rage in my eyes burning into her face - and said "And you didn't even tell me?" She said something else, then I asked in that same tone and with the same expression, "You didn't even bury her?" At this point mom was crying and I was started to scare even myself with the look that must've been in my eyes. It went back and forth like this for a while until I just turned around and silently walked away, leaving my mom shocked and crying and who knows what else.
This afternoon when I talked to Mom on ICQ, I immediately asked, "Is Ginger still ok?" Thanks be to God, she said Ginger's still fine. No sign of even having been in a scrap. Lucky for Misty, because I seriously would've snapped that cat's neck if she'd seriously hurt my Ginger. I might still snap her neck for even trying, who knows.
Nah, I wouldn't do that. With her feline brain, she certainly forgot all about it within, maybe, seven seconds. No sense punishing her if she has no clue what she's done. Besides, she was confused. And I love Misty too, no matter how much of a brat she is. Heck, I'm the only human she actually intentionally purrs at. She's a sweetheart... but only if you catch her at the right time. I guess she likes me (so to speak) because I was the only one to figure that out. I'm also the only one who actually pays any attention to her other than to throw her out every night.
I have no point in telling this. I just remember being absolutely petrified when I woke up from that dream, my still-half-asleep brain stuck in the false mentality that my Ginger was dead and my breath all ragged and just... not right. Thought I'd blog it. I've been having tons of insane dreams lately... one almost every night, even, I think... but sadly I've forgotten most of them by now. I know I had one in the last few weeks where I woke up smiling. I love those. :3 I wish I kept a dream log or something...
And now I'm off to start the pile of homework I should've started 2 hours ago.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 5/20/2003 08:51:00 PM
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