

Catgirl and Other Details (1996/7, Season Unknown) At four years old, I am a cat. I wear my ears day and night. They are perky and cardboard. Sometimes I also wear a tail and whiskers. I meow and walk on my knees. I don't understand purring yet.Catgirl and Other Details (1996/7, Season Unknown) by ~RamenConnoisseur
The teacher is an older, stout, frowny woman with cropped gray hair and lines around her mouth. She says garbazh because it makes her sound French (or so she jokes, perhaps, I cannot tell at this time) and once advised us to hold our scissors inward when we run with them, so as to stab ourselves instead of others in the event of a collision. She runs snack-time on a strict capitalist basis the big kids always get there first, but You Get What


Stick Your Head In Gravy (1995, Autumn) I'm still cute with my hair pulled back in a frizzy halo, white wool and jeans and little sneakers. I climb up on top of the bookshelf to show off and feel deeply ashamed when someone figures me out. I decide not to talk for the rest of the day.Stick Your Head In Gravy (1995, Autumn) by ~RamenConnoisseur
I cried in the morning when they dropped me off, although I'm no longer sure why. When they take us to see the animals, I cling to my snotty tissue, trying to keep the tears running as long as I can stand. It's a struggle not to giggle and sacrifice self-pity when a sheep eats the nasty rag right out of my hands.
The turkey is a formidable beast, its proud chest puffed and its ugly head jutting with