I think Freja is jealous of my Valkyrie plans.

I tried to explain to her that she wouldn’t like it. First she’d have to stay awake more than 15 minutes. Not likely to happen.

She said she’d be really fierce with them sharp claws and teeth of hers. I have to admit, I have been lazy lately, and I didn’t do her nails last week. It gives her a false warrior feeling.

I told her about the blood that would stain her white fur. She didn’t seem to care. Told her about riding mad animals and picking up still warm souls and all the not cute sides of being a Valkyrie.

But she will not listen, and she went on adding that she had advantages I didn’t. I asked what exactly, and she brought up that she was pretty dang pretty and still a virgin even if she doesn’t know what it means.

There’s no possible arguing with cats, if you hope to win. So I let her think she might get hired too. And now she is practicing attacking skills.

I am laying on “her” couch, thinking about the grocery shopping we have to do today, and she decided I had to go down. I am the enemy.

She studies me from her armchair point of view. Jumps, sprints across the room and hops on the desk chair. Watches me between the wooden bars. She plans her attack…

She runs around the couch, stops, puffs her fur to look bigger. She jumps, showing paws, air-boxing… Runs to the bathroom. Runs out of the bathroom (obviously for the cardio). She finally jumps on my stretched legs, taps on them furiously, shows teeth…

When she really gets over excited, she goes all claws out, and I can feel everyone of them in my thigh’s skin.

– Doux!

Literally “soft”. But to Freja, it must mean something like “ok, you won, I surrender!”

She jumps off the couch, on the armchair, rolls into a furry ball and goes to sleep, satisfied.

Until the next attack.