EDIT 1: I JUST OVERHEARD MY MOM TALKING TO MY DAD AND THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT GETTING TOGETHER AGAIN. THIS DAY IS GETTING WEIRDER AND WEIRDER MY THE MINUTE.

I have been getting snippets of things from my childhood in my head so I will be posting then here when I get one. It is sorta freaking me out because some of the things are scary. Oh, and also, my parents just got devorced! I am living with my mom for now but there is still a cusdity battle. Well I hope that everyone is having a good day because I ain't. Lets see, the only good thing I've had happen today is talking to people on devaintart. Well, I did get to start putting up christmas lights. We have this huge infaleable raindeer that I used to sit on when I was little. Anyways, here is the snippit of memory for the day:

I was sitting in my dads car waiting to get home. When we did arrive I opened the door and a huge gray dog with foam dripping from his mouth stood 2 feet away. It munged for me but luckily me cat, JoJo, saw this and also lunged but instead of for me, for the dog. There were snarls, yelps, hisses, and angry meows. The blood spattered onto the car and me. Withen minutes my cat lay on the ground, her labored breath and the blood seeping from her leg didn't bother me. She had saved my life and now I had to save hers. I picked her up and loaded her in the car. When we got to the vet she stayed for weeks, but boy, when we got her back she was so glad to see me. We never did see the dog again after that and it came to be known as the wolf dog because nobody knew if it was a malamute, huskie, or wolf.


I think that might have been the worst thing that has ever happened to me and JoJo. JoJo later died of cancer. She was 13 when she saved my life and she died only two years later. I still have 2 of her kids but it is not the same as having my baby girl. She passed away when I was 8 and at the time I only wanted her back. Now when I think about I am glad that she did die because she was limping on her leg that had gotten the worse damage. I won't remember JoJo for how she died, but how she lived with us. This is how I got the name hun to call people because when I approched her she would always say "hun" in her little cat voice. She was a gray tabby and an outside cat. My cat now, Zoe, looks just like her but fatter. Zoe is a mix of grey tabby and american shorthair.