15 - but I'm still on the first of my nine lives.
I purrfer fashions that accentuate my natural feline grace while adding just enough spikiness in my accessories to say, "I don't come when I'm called."
Purrhaps I could be faulted for my fascination with the claw of cause and effect...or not. I suppose it all depends on whether or not you're the monster being affected.
Milk shakes and anchovies. Separately, not mixed together.
I don't like being rubbed the wrong way.
It's either taking a nap or waking up from a nap and immediately taking another one.
Drama. My ability to purrfectly mimic another monster's voice or accent makes this the purrfect class for me.
Math. It brings back unpleasant memories.
Sweet Fang is my pet saber-tooth tiger cub. She's much more cuddly than I am.