A bit more about her and cats in general. Fiona is usually very sweet and only claws me to death when I hold her for too long or it's mealtime. The problem with cats is their insane nature. It is unavoidable--the furry freak gene is not recessive. So a couple days ago my mother had found two beautiful hawk feathers. Being the Harry Potter nerd I am, I planned to use them as quills. Unfortunately, Fiona found them and probably thinks they are birds. I later discovered them on the floor, savaged and cased in cat saliva. This has happened three times now and they are mauled beyond repair. This has brought me to the conclusion that Fiona is a menace with fur. A really, really cute menace, but still one nonetheless. This is the ultimate flaw of cats- they have this instinct to destroy everything within 5 feet of the ground. Now I am faced with the inexplicable-ness of loving an adorable feline psychopath.
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Attach those feathers to a window and when the birds see it they know their forefathers went splat and won't mess up your visual warning!
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