While trying to think of what my weak drawing skills could draw, I saw an old memory and decided to draw it.<br /><br />I had a black cat named "Fuzzy Face". We kids were real creative as far as names go. XD Anyway, Fuzzy Face was a desert cat that adopted us and moved with us. She was a attack cat.<br /><br />Our yard was properly protected from all rodents and other animals. She used to prowl around in our yard and pounce on things.<br /><br />Assuming you&#039;ve made it thus far, you maybe asking, "But why a hall?" Every once in a while, she would want to come in and be petted, so we&#039;d let her in. And she would love being petted and loved, however her wild side was still active.<br /><br />So every once in a while we would walk down the hall to do whatever it was, when WITHOUT warning she would bound down the hall from (we still aren&#039;t sure where), attack our ankles with claws retracted, and then bound back to her hiding place. No one ever got hurt, but each time it was surprising.<br /><br />I always suspected it was from the laundry room, so that&#039;s where I put her peeking out from.