Here's just the most random true story I actually wrote down on my nook...
I sat at my desk, just a normal day in my ninth period social studies class. It's a well known fact throughout the entire grade that I am a cat. Cat personality traits, cat senses, cat habits, cat instincts, ect. I hate it when people say they understand it. When they say they are just like me. That they are a cat too. You may love cats, but there is very few other people in this world that relate to cats the same way I do. So anyways, this girl sitting in front of me turns around and asks me if I'm a cat. Of course I say yes. Her friend sitting next to her says, "No, you're not, I am. I started the whole cat thing anyways." The entire world stops for a second. You can mess with my hair, my clothes, my shoes, my personality. You can tease me for what I do. But you NEVER mess with cats. EVER. I started my cat reputation when I was 1. I was best friends with a cat, I grew up by his side. We taught each other. In the end, he was intelligent, and I was a cat. This seriously set me off so much. I was beyond just being a cat. I even had an owner. Now, if I wasn't in school, I would've stood up and screamed, "I AM THE ONLY CAT IN THIS SCHOOL AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! Because this is my territory, and fakes aren't permitted. Now run along before Owner gets out her dagger and kills you!" But my teacher probably would've given me a look that clearly means "WTF ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU ON CRACK?!" So there you have it. Random story.
