So, when I was sixteen, my mother decided that I needed a more cuddly, loving cat. Muffin wasn't exactly a people cat. Mom took me to the local ARF (Animal Rescue Fund) in Easthampton. I already knew what I wanted: an orange tabby kitten. There was one. A five-month-old male. He had the biggest paws I had ever seen on a kitten, and the littlest, ( Read more... )

Mom called. Their tabby (our tabby), Daniel, who we have at had for twelve years, died today ( Read more... )

Okay, now I really have to link to it:
How young girls tortured/pimped/whored their Barbie dolls
and
How some of us went there with My Little Ponies, too

Not only was I a strange child, I was also very well-informed about sex at a very early age. I say it's a healthy thing.