"What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us; the time of angels."
So Rebecca and I were talking about life--her life--at kid's corral one night and this cat hops over to us. The thing refused to go away or bury itself or die, and we had to lower our voice so that it wouldn't hear our secrets. I have to admit if you can't already tell--I have no interest in irl cats, just lolcats. I prefer my cute kittens making strange faces with cheap yet lulzy, misspled yet humorous captions. But this one seemed to long for company, for real human connections--a desire I can understand/relate to/sympathize with. Thus he became out companion for the eve. We named it "weeping angel", inspired by the monsters from Doctor Who that are stone when you looks at them, but quickly move towards you to kill you when you turn away.
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