|Bones, the day we found her|
Finding a kitten in a cemetery is a odd, in the least. My mind started wondering how long she had been there, how she survived, being so young, and how creepy it must have been at night for her. We jokingly started calling her Zombie Kitty, which, when the first night in a new home she climbs on top of you while you sleep and licks your face- you start to wonder how much of a joke it is.
|Yes, my straw. Thanks, Bones....|
I'll probably be singing a different tune when the craving becomes too much for her, when she can no longer hold her secret anymore, and she does actually take a bite out of my leg or rips a chunk of flesh from my face, showing her true self as a Zombie Kitty. I'm watching you, Bones, I'm watching you.....