home

I'm home. No matter where I live, or for how long, Arlington is home. And it's a pleasant feeling to return. Lana and Noah only want to see Napoleon, the beloved cousin, I mean beloved pet dog that belongs to Micah. (Do you think my children want a pet?)
Betty, the resident evil cat that inhabits my parent's home, is another story.

This is the cat that everyone wants to love and snuggle and pet. But, Betty "Evil Cat" Bear, DOES NOT LIKE CHILDREN. She's a quite perceptive cat. She is able to determine if the ankle passing by is attached to an adult or to a child. The children get scratched. Lana made me carry her to the kitchen today because Betty was lying near the kitchen door. Noah's toe is bleeding because Betty attacked. All I have to say about Betty, is she's a fat cat. Every time I come home, she's gotten fatter. Maybe the children need to keep feeding her and then she wont be able to move, therefor, unable to attack. Problem solved.