now, i may randomly poke at them and
i may be often found imitating them in voice and body and
sometimes i may be known to make faces at them and stare them down from across the room or even inches away...

but i have never given my cats any real reason to be afraid of me

they certainly aren't afraid of piling on my bed in one great big sleepy fat kitty heap

but when i tramped upstairs with a great big black rustly trash bag to empty out the trashcans like a good child, they freaked out and scattered.

crazy felines.

ah well. am leaving for real now.
::doesn't, swearing all the time she's walking out the door as we speak::

ink :: graphite