A Tale of Two Kitties

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. (Oh, how life is depends on which cat you ask.)

For Nelly, life felt the fullest; it was the most human-loved experience of all her times. Cuddling up with a human inside a home was a new concept. Being protected from starvation and scavenging, a daily marvel. Sure, she missed the excitement and adrenaline rush that came from being outside, but stability and warmth was so much more important.

But for Crystal, having to share her home again for the first time in years was miserable. As soon as the little upstart got smuggled in from Houston, things went downhill at home. She looked at HER humans, sniffed HER food bowl, and even went potty in HER box. What was wrong with this world?!?!

Vampire Assasin, part 1

Back-story

            Being turned was slightly anticlimactic. I met her at a party, where I was drunk as a skunk. She had an easy time persuading me to leave my friends and find somewhere more private. We made out until I realized how sharp her teeth were- the inside of my mouth was bloody and raw. I pulled back in disgust, thinking it was my fault and she must be horrified, but then I saw her eyes. Black, instead of the light green they were only moments before. 

            An unintentional shudder ran through my body, but she only smiled and said, “Now where were we?” She looked into my eyes and I forgot to be scared as she lowered her mouth to my neck. The bite was like nothing I’d ever felt before, like white hot pain mixed with cotton candy; like when you eat curry that is so hot your eyes water and your tongue burns, but you keep eating because it tastes delicious. Embarrassingly, I think I might have moaned a bit near the end.

            I literally saw stars right before I passed out: Canis Major, Orion’s belt, and my favorite the Big Dipper. “Sweet dreams” were the last words I heard her say before I fell entirely into the night sky of unconsciousness.