Delta Dawn

Writing about my old cat, Maggie, reminded me of another cat that roamed my house while I was married. Ms. Delta Dawn, a she-devil if I ever saw one. She was beautiful...

And a riot...

And sneaky. And blood thirsty. And misogynistic. That's a horrible combination. She was the only thing my ex-husband and I ever argued over in the divorce and we weren't arguing about who got to keep her. I said he should take her because he was bigger and stronger and had a fighting chance. I reminded him that every time he left the house she tried to kill me. I insisted that since he had picked the cat out at the animal shelter years before he was responsible for the hell she brought to our lives.  I may have even blamed her for the divorce and, to this day, I wonder.

Eventually, I won. He took her and my wounds started to heal. I am definitely a dog person.