Sylvia, I hard you were in a car wreck. It wasn't a car wreck! It was just a little fender bender! Well, I've always said you drive way too fast. It scares me. Mother, I'm a great driver! I drive the way you would if you still had good reflexes.
They call me a domestic cat, but little do they know of the wild, untamed heart that beats inside me. I may look like I'm at rest, but I'm always on the alert, keeping a sharp eye out for trouble. With split-second reflexes, I could spring into action at any time. Or not.