Animals

Some animal facts about me, which you perhaps didn't know. Maybe you did. It doesn't matter.

1. I hate cats. I hate adult cats (they think they own the world), I hate kittens (they think they're so cute), I hate cats that run away from you, I hate cats that come up to you and climb your pants, digging their little claws into your leg, rejoicing in your pain. In the whole, entire planet, there is one cat I like. That is one of my friend's cat, and it's called Bicho ("Bug")
2. I've owned three pets. Sure, there have been household pets, but three of them have been oficially mine. Johnny, Jenny and Ginny. All turtles, all dead. My sister used to bully them, and would force-feed Jenny when I wasn't around to defend her (although Jenny later turned out to be a he, according to the vet).
3. There was a time when I really, really wanted a pet rock. That was just over three years ago. I was in grade six. I still don't know why I wanted one; I guess I just thought they looked cute in their little nests.
4. Sometimes, I gat the urge to squish small animals, such as hamsters or puppies. Luckily, it's only once in a while (but of course I never do- ew).
5. When a bird flies overhead, I always want to run away. You know. Just in case.
6. Large slugs, snails and spiders all gross me out. Slugs and snails are all gross and gooey, which I wouldn't mind if I didn't get the sudden feeling of what it would feel like to have them slobbering their way up my legs and arms. Snails aare only okay when they're tiny (and I mean around a centimeter in length. Smaller than that is icky, too). Spiders are also okay when they're small, and I don't mind them at all. But if I see a fat one, it irks me to see all those fat, stubby legs moving around... ugh.
7. Octopi scare me. If someone told me that I had to choose between being eaten by a lion or being eaten by an octopus, I would choose the lion (at least lions are furry).
8. I used to have a raccoon craze. I absolutely loved raccoons. I ended up with over a dozen stuffed (toy) raccoons, one of which got left behind in Japan, lived there for several months, and then traveled all around the world to make it back to Mexico.

What I would like, though, would be to hear that octopi have developed a taste for cats (although I definitely would not like to see it happen. Seeing an octopus eat is the last thing I need).