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I told the story of my brother's family's serial killer cat at Vividcon to a few people I think. But, basically this cat was a holy terror until they started letting him out, at which point he promptly killed several things and then came back inside and turned into a giant lovey purring cuddle monster.

We got to know each other better when they went on vacation and I was catsitting. But, since he wasn't as familiar with the area around my house, and I really really didn't want to be the one who informed the kids that I'd lost their cat while they were gone, I didn't let him out while he was staying with me. He expressed his deep and heartfelt conviction at what a monstrous injustice this was by ripping the shit out of my computer chair, bits of my couch, various body parts that belong to me, and by taking well aimed jumps at breakable knick nacks on shelves and breaking at least two of them. As lovely as it was to have a fuzzy purring cuddle buddy when he was calm, I feel we were both relieved when it was time for him to go home.

And I figured he would not want to come back over after being jailed like that, so I was surprised that he actually started putting my house on his daily rounds, coming by for some cuddles and to say hi fairly regularly. I thought, hey, he LIKES me...neat! I did not entirely think through what it means when a serial killer likes you. It means he shows up on your doorstep with an eviscerated bird in his mouth and a deeply pleased expression on his face and drops it there like he just brought you a box of chocolates.

I am so grossed out right now.