Name: Dawn Scissorpaws
What makes Dawn so mean?
Two years ago, a friend of mine told me about a couple of stray kittens found at the back of her store in downtown Indianapolis. My heart melted the moment I saw them. They were the most adorable things I have ever seen. I named them Dawn and Jeremy (“Jer-Jer”) in tribute to my two good friends.
Let me tell ya, was I in for the trip of a lifetime that I never booked. I woke up the next morning and noticed my living room in shambles. Chalking it up to feline antics, I cleaned up and moved on. The next day, I found clumps of Jer-Jer’s fur missing. Probably sibling rivalry, so I give Dawn a father-daughter talk (haha), and things are just ducky. Or were they? Whenever I sat down to watch TV, Dawn demanded my attention. She jumped on my lap and did everything in her power to ensure she remained the center of attention. Everything, including using those sharply-honed razor blades underneath her cute paws. Cuisinart could only envy the shredding capabilities my Dawn possesses.
So, two years to the day I adopted them, the terror continues. Jer-Jer has lived through it all, and remains in great spirits. Me? I will just stand by, in horror, as Dawn takes over the universe, one painful scratch at a time.
Submitted by: Sam