Growing up is learning how to be careful.

had a amazing day at work yesterday. i stayed like- 7 hours because i was having so much fun. it was uberuber busy, there were alot of young people though, who are usually more patient and sweet. we made a lot of money, but the best thing was just the people, and everyone was trying things on and running around in their bare feet finding things and i was running around too with mounds of stuff and jewelery in my arms putting things away and finding things and it was crazy but fun. these two old ladies came in too, they were hilarious. i brought them out some vintage furs, and we started talking about how one never gets an occasion to wear vintage. i showed them the glittery vintage dress i was thinking about for prom, and they went wild. they made me get into it and model it for them with a hat and gloves. it was so funny, they were just these two best friend old ladies bouncing jokes off each other and calling me sweetheart.

it was cool. it's hard to believe that it's not my life. my life is actually like- sitting in a chair  all day and doing worksheets and practicing conformity.

i signed up for harmonica lessons today, too!

that's all the news of this weekend, I'm not really writing anymore because i write more in my journal. But yeah. Coolness. Hopefully all this new stuff in my life will put the accelerator on. I'm bored.

It was warm enough to be summer, so we lit a fire. We ate taco
s for dinner in the orange light. My mother began to tell a story, illustrating the scenes with flickering hands (imagine that part, it makes a story all the better). It was about a cat we had once, when i was 7 and my sister was 1.

"Sophie dubbed her Princess," She began "But the rest of us called her Crusty. We got her and her daughter, Bug, from the pound. They were both black, I guess we should have known it was bad omen."

"Crusty was a good cat, Nora and Sophie stomped all over her and sat on her and stuffed her in Christmas stockings and she always purred and never scratched. One day, though, she went demonic on us. She had Bug in the winter, which is already a weird time to have a kitten because most have them in spring. It must have been late spring, when it happened. She was in heat, which makes cat's [horny and] crazy. We were coming down the stairs, Nora, Sophie and I. Nora was wearing a pointy, green hat, slightly resembling the statue of liberty. The cat saw us, and right away she got huge, her fur just...standing on end. I knew something was wrong, so I paused. The cat began to hiss, her eyes got huge. Bug was there too, it was like mother vs. mother. I grabbed Baby Nora under my arm like a football,  and I began to back up. And crusty uh...she started to pounce."

"Sophie was behind me, and she backed up too, crying. The cat was really on us, now. You would think that a full grown threatened woman could defend herself against a freaking cat, right? You pick up the cat and you could break it's neck. No...This cat was off it's rocker. It was lunging toward us, teeth and nails drawn, pointy side right out there. I was desperately trying to fend it off and keep it away from the baby. I grabbed a wooden clog from the step and whacked the cat on the head, but it was already possessed. We continued to back up, the cat following us, pouncing and scratching anything. Here I am, hitting the damn cat with the shoe, hitting it with all my might like I'd hit a human. But it continued to attack, unfazed. It was really scary."

"We had gone all the way up the stairs, and backed into Sophie's room, locking the cat outside. So...here we were, trapped in a room by a cat. I opened the door, hoping that the cat had forgotten it's rampage, but the first thing i saw was a wad of black fur soaring towards us, so I shut it before the cat whammed into the door frame. Now...don't ask me why this was in Sophie's room, but in the hysteria of both children sobbing, I spied a weapon in the corner. It was a fully loaded..."

My mother paused, enjoying our fixation on the dramatic story.

"...Supersoaker."

We burst out laughing, our new cat looking on in distaste.

"Thankfully, there was that huge water gun in her room. So~armed with the gun, I instructed the kids to calm down, and I'd handle the ferocious beast. With them timidly cowering behind me, I swung the door open, and pointed the gun at the cat's head. Crusty, still posessed, bared her teeth, and i pelleted the junk out of her. She's fighting me, and I'm cornering her, and dousing her with the gun. I ended up trapping her in Sophie's room once again, and we were safe. For the most part."

My brother piped up, "And you've been carrying a Supersoaker in your pocketbook ever since."

We laughed "Yeah, it was lucky. We sent her back to the pound after that. That one was...damaged in the shipping. I think. Anyway, it ended up being that statue of liberty hat that drove the cat crazy. After the incident, within a few hours when Nora took of the hat, the we went into the room and the cat rubbed against our legs, purring. It was very weird. And for about a year after, Bug would freak me out, becuase she was always staring intentley in my eyes. It was like there was some loony gene in the family. The Dad must have been a nut. But she got normal-ish after that. And her mom, who knows how many kid's in hats she's bitten."

So...anyway...I always wondered about that story, I remember it differently, probably because I was young and petrified. Needless to say...it's an interesting story. Mom vs. Mom. She said she felt like Ripley, from the Alien movies.

I say that ruthless cat was the Terminator.