/Let your memories grow |stronger and stronger|\``

[Pistachio Brokendaze]

PISTACHIO BROKENDAZE
^{...'till they're before your eyes...}

Hello, I am Pistachio Brokendaze.
I am currently six months old.
I was born a tom, so deal with it.

---THE CATS WHOM I |LOVE|---
^{...It started out as a feeling...}

Pistachio is too young for any type of full-out relationship.

---THE CATS I |GREW UP WITH|---
^{...Now we're back to the beginning...}

--|Violet Brokendaze|--
My dear mother. I always have loved her and treat her with much respect. I haven't seen her much since I started to travel around more, but I'm looking forward to running into her again.

--|Rowan Brokendaze|--
I am so blessed to have such an amazing tom as my father. I've repsected him ever since I was a little kit, just learning to walk. I haven't really seen much of him now, but I know he's out there somewhere.

--|Cinnamon 'Minny' Brokendaze|--
Ah, Minny. The little ball of fluff that I call my sister. Haven't seen her much anymore, but she's still such a joy to be around. I'm kinda glad that I don't have to worry about her constant pranks, however...

--|Pecan Brokendaze|--
The quieter of my two sisters, she's still as fun to have around as Minny. I really haven't seen her around a lot, not since I went away, but I'd like to get back in touch with her.

---THE CATS WHO ARE |ALWAYS THERE|---

[/b]
^{...I'll come back, when you call me...}[/left]

Marigold has no best friends on the streets of Nenbrook.

---THE CATS I CAN CALL |FRIENDS|---
^{...All you can do is try to know who your friends are...}

Pistachio has befriended no one on the streets of Nenbrook.

---THE CATS I |JUST MET|---

[/b]
^{...No need to say goodbye...}[/left]

None.

---THE CATS WHOM I |SOMEWHAT DETEST|---
^{...As you head off to the war...}

Pistachio seems to be doing fine; no one hates him. Yet.

---THE CATS WHO |GET ON MY NERVES|---
^{...Doesn't mean that you have to forget...}

No cats are getting on Pistachio's bad side.

THE CATS WHO SHOULD |PREPARE TO DIE|---
^{...Until it was a battle cry...}

Pistachio has never found any cat in Nenbrook that she could hate that much.

Lyrics are from Regina Spektor's 'The Call'.