Jillaroo Publishing: 2 books

“Well, if it isn’t, my good old little LJ. Damn, how you’ve grown!” My aunt Jenni happily exclaimed, ecstatically wagging her short and bushy spotted hyena tail almost just as if she had suddenly turned into a canine before engulfing my in a huge damn near bone crushing hug against her solid hyena chest and stomach.

I stared aimlessly for what seemed like nearly hours to days to weeks down at my feet as thought after thought, memory after memory flashed endlessly like an old VHS tape through my felidae brain. I still kept constantly asking myself; both internally and externally, why her?