In homage to the porcupine

What is the haps, Ovulax?

Sorry for not writing in my blog forever, but it has been hectic times. Here is a story about my life I would like to share with you:

There are a lot of stray cats in my neighbourhood. I know that they are an indication of poverty, or perhaps just a fleeting interest in cat ownership, but I have always appreciated their presence for some reason. Most of the alley cats in my neighbourhood are missing their tails. Stray dogs seem the likely culprits, but I have never seen any.

A few nights ago, I came face to face with the mauler. I stepped outside my back gate, and ten feet from me was an urban porcupine. He was enormous, much bigger than a small filing cabinet and totally unafraid of me. Instead of running, he just stared at me with those glossy black eyes. He was probably trying to control my mind, because I felt an overwhelming desire to bring him my garbage in tribute.