Juliette

I mean.. she's really super bratty, right. She attacks Nibbler. She claws my chair. She jumps on the table. She scratches the shit out of me. My legs look like they did when I was nine years old and spent most of the time in the haymow. She's obsessed with getting in the bathtub with me.. she's truly out of control and as crazy as a junebug.

And I adore her. She snuggles with me at night, all night. If I turn over, she stands up and walks til she can settle back down. She looks up at me with those green-gold eyes and I can't hardly explain how it fills me with warmth. Its like the cavernous empty in my soul isn't so deep and windy. Her purr fills me with more of the same. She pats my eyelids when she wants me to wake up, gently, without claws. She's so tiny and innocent and sweet. I think she's wonderful. I think I love her.