Inspiration

Oh, to be five again... preferably not... haha.

Description

Up until about the age of five and a half, I lived in a house on the edge of town where some wild pets and neighbor kids pretty well comprised the pinnacle of excitement for a curious post-toddler. I remember a pair of Siamese cats that my twin brother and I took quite a shine to, probably simply because they also seemed to be twins. However, we learned after the first encounter that they weren't the friend-making type, and we'd run frantically into the house every time they came around.


On one of their evening vigils of the neighborhood, Mom had locked the front door behind us, and we'd tried to run off far too late-- you could practically see them whispering their strategies to each other-- "You take the skinny one!" "Go for the face!" "Use your claws, bitch!"