Friday, October 28, 2011


While drawing this, I was wiping smears of blood off myself. That cat slashed me across the nose.

I don't understand cats nearly as much as dogs. Is it even possible to understand cats as much as dogs? I haven't had a cat since I was two years old, because my baby sister kept chasing the cat and pulling its tail and it eventually just hid behind the fridge all day, afraid for its life.

I wonder what my parents did with that cat.

Maybe they killed it and put it in a plastic bag by the road, and that's why this cat slashed me across the face.

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