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Macha just went off to get fixed - praise be! She had recently decided I was the tomcat of her dreams, and was spraying my bed to show me her ardor. Having no in-house laundry only made it better.

Sekmet just might be the best kitten in the universe. She was supposed to be the 'quiet' one - except perhaps like myself, 'quiet' in this case means 'insane'.

If you're wondering, Sekmet is a relative or aspect of the Egyptian cat-goddess Bastet - Sekmet, however, was the Lion-headed goddess of war. Though she fits easily on my shoulder, the name could not be more appropriate. She's constantly tearing around the apartment, making growling, roar-like noises wayyy out of proportion to her size. She's also taken to the puppy game of grabbing a sock with her teeth and not letting go, even if I pick it up and carry it around the room - growling at me the whole way! I'm pretty sure I can train her to kill a man. And I will - oh, I will.