What makes Dawn so mean?
Two years ago, a friend of mine told
me about a couple of stray kittens found at the back of her store
in Downtown Indianapolis. My heart melted the moment I saw them.
They were the most adorable things I have ever seen. I named
them Dawn and Jeremy ("Jer-Jer") in tribute to my two
good friends.
Let me tell ya, was I in
for the trip of a lifetime that I never booked. I woke up
the next morning and noticed my living room in shambles.
Chalking it up to feline antics, I cleaned up and moved on. The
next day, I found clumps of Jer-Jer's fur missing. Probably
sibling rivalry, so I give Dawn a father-daughter talk (haha),
and things are just ducky. Or were they? Whenever
I sat down to watch TV, Dawn demanded my attention. She jumped
on my lap and did everything
in her power to ensure she remained the center of attention. Everything,
including using those sharply-honed razor blades
underneath her cute paws. Cuisinart could only envy the shredding capabilities my Dawn
possesses.
So, two years to the day I adopted
them, the terror continues. Jer-Jer has lived through it all, and remains in great spirits. Me? I will just stand by, in horror, as Dawn
takes over the universe, one painful scratch at a time.
Photo submitted by: Sam
Date last updated: 10/25/05
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