Attack of the Demon Spawn

(not to be confused with Evil Ones)
Two nights ago, I had a minor altercation with this:

I had trapped the creature and her babies against the fence, before crazy lady stopped me with the stupid "leave it" and "come" commands.  Damn training.  Crazy lady may have halted the madness before any bodily fluids were exchanged, but I still developed a taste for their sweet nectar.  Unfortunately, today, in the wee morning hours, the Demon Spawn climbed onto the roof with her family and stuck her face and paws against the window.  She stared directly at me and hissed.  I do not cower from a challenge-- especially from prey at 2 AM-- and I decided to kill the Demon Spawn.  An overloaded bookshelf, stereo speakers, computer wires, and a silly window on the second floor was not going to stop me.  I am powerful.

Needless to say, it was a long night.  I wanted out-- the Demon Spawn and her devil babies wanted in-- and crazy lady wanted sleep.  In between the "leave it" and "go to bed" commands (which actually worked, until the hissing against the window started, again),  crazy lady kept mumbling, "un-frackin-believable" and "did you have to torture that mamma coon, last night?"  So what if the creature is looking for revenge? A good fight?  I know I am an awesome huntress, and the midnight hour is the best time to prowl for my goodies.  Demon Spawn beware...

 

I am not a weakling, like this poor excuse for a canine: 

Demon Eyes

Now, according to crazy lady, demons are not evil. They are wicked, with a unique sense of style. They are also very loyal to the ones who take care of them-- but not necessarily loyal to those who love them. She recently published a love story about a demon and shifter, and her writer's blog is abuzz with the "good" and "evil" debate this morning. Someone actually wrote:

"Words have power. Even your Sugar Tales have demonic presense (sic)."

Sigh...come one...besides the fact that you can not spell-- do you really think I am an Evil One? I am nothing like a cat. Look at me, as I watch crazy lady climb the stairs:Hah! I only have demon eyes:Deep down, I am an adorable sweatpea, with a little bit of demonic wickedness. Especially when I sleep:I'm not even going to pontificate (much) on the "words have power" argument, except to say this: yes, yes, yes, words have power. Duh. You, as humans, have the capacity to decide what you want to believe. It's called "critical thinking." Unlike schizophrenics and the occasional psychotic (hmmm, 90% of her fan base, I had better be careful...), I know the difference between fiction and "real life." Crazy lady really hates it when people tell her (always in a self-important, mindful, patronizing and arrogant manner) that "words have power." Humans. If you don't like the blog, stop reading. What more can I say? Now, back to sleep and my lovely, demonic dreams...