Discordia has a minion!

Minion the Tiegrrra

School had just started. I went to my friend's house after. My mother still had her good job, but the divorce from her second husband had left us a bit harder up. We were living in some cheaper apartments and didn't have internet that much. It fluctuated a lot during those few years. It doesn't matter. I went to my friend's house to use her internet for a little bit. My mother kept trying to call me to come home, but I didn't want to. It didn't matter though. She finally came and picked me up, but we didn't go home. One her friend's from work had just had a new litter of kittens. We'd actually met before. If I'd left sooner, they told me you had a bow on your neck for me. You were the runt of the litter.

Oh you were so small.

Everyone tells me what a unique name you have. Discordia. No one has ever heard anything like it. That castle in Fedic. But you were pure black, with just that white star on your chest. It felt right to me, that angsty teenage me falling in love with Dark Tower for real for the first time.

You were sick when I got you. We thought you might have been, or at least be going blind. I fed you from a bottle a few times, I put drops in your eyes. They still leak sometimes, but it's not as bad as when you were a kitten. You're still so small. No one ever guess you're eleven. But you're so strong. You're my huntress.

Being such a small little thing, you never did have much of a voice. It's genuinely more like a squeak or a chirp. I remember when we were younger saying you sounded like a mouse but you climbed like a monkey. Oh yeah. You'd climb the window screen then cry when you got stuck. You tried climbing a very poorly built wire cube shelf. It collapsed and I was so scared you were there under the television and video games.

I was smarter with you than I was with Tiger. I tried to fight hard to keep your claws. I tried to tell my mother about the soft paws, the nail caps we could put on you. I tried telling her it was like cutting off the tips of your little kitty fingers. I was smarter but I still didn't have any say in the matter. When you were just a few years old, she finally made me get you declawed. It was especially sick because she made me pay for it even though I didn't want it done. Oh you did not like that. You didn't like being left somewhere else and staying in a cold cage. You were so scared when I picked you up. I wish I could take that experience back. Your claws were so beautiful, so magnificent, so sharp.

You don't like other people very much. I think you're just scared because everything is so big and so loud. You run away when we're trying to walk down the hall. And you hide when anyone comes over. But you really took to my husband. You love him. He loves you. He loves Tiger, too, but he won't admit that and it doesn't matter because he loves you more. I don't think it would have been a deal breaker for me if he wasn't in to my cat, but I'm glad I never had to try to decide between the you and him.

You're so ferocious too. I don't think you used to be. Not as much, at least. I mean, you always liked chasing the toy mice and blinking balls. But then you met a real mouse. I think that encounter really changed you. You met that real mouse and you realised how very strong you were. That victory cry. You wanted us to know what you did. You were so proud of yourself. It was a very shocking morning for me, but for you it was the first day of your new life. You hunt your toys so much harder now. You scream and carry them around. I'm glad we don't have a mouse problem, for cleanliness reason, but I am sorry there isn't more real prey for you.