Sounds scary. Angels are nicer, they fold their wings around you and give you comfort from the witches' evil.

Their wings are much more comfortable to ride on too!

Just picturing soft feathers. I think I will write some poetry, lol.

I just pictured a little white kitten riding on the wings of an angel in the clouds. lol

I pictured flying in the arms of Gabriel, inspired now!

:) What great imagery to fill the mind with whilst preparing for bed.

Oh brother let me count the ways.

Since I have a hair trigger temper and a face that can tell just about anyone just what my reaction is even when I try not too Anger has been a challenge.

Catching anger before it really gets to anger is probably my most effective way. I am old enough now to pretty much know what kind of people, situations, and so forth that are going to make me mad in a New York minute and I just avoid them. Or I make it clear to them to stay the distance away from me. This is not always easy with toxic people. But it is amazeing how less angry I am with caller ID, owning my own place, useing the delete/block key, and sometimes just telling people to put it in a letter because I can put it away before it gets full tilt. In relationships I ahve set boundries where I could use these tools. Example If I hate and inlaw rather than make my mate miserable I find a graceful way to have minimal unfettered access. It is hard for someone to ask me nosey questions in a crowd of my friends or a busy cafe where I know I can finish my meal and get away.

I also know exhaustion/hunger/pain is Anger's best friend and I try to not wear myself out. If I am tired I own it and it's limitations and time myself out until I get the rest I need to at least hope to cope. I have learned it is a lot harder to cope with the Lex Luther's of the world if I don't try to be Wonderwoman now my body is more like Maxine. (For you younger types that is an old lady.) With a mate I will say ok this needs to be addressed but I am gong to talk to you tomorrow morning. Fighting all night never solved anything from either side.

I have yet to meet anyone I like under the influence and I know I can not hope to cope if I am "under the influence". Fortuneately I have come through and not done any serious harm in my flirtations with booze but the only time I seriously considered killing someone I had had some serious rounds and thinking about it now gives me a shiver while it didn't bother me a bit at the time. Most people tell me I care about everybody but under the influence I care about noooooo-body even myself. Which is more often than not what I observe in others. A thought of people to ponder since nothing would make most of us more angry than not careing if we hurt someone we care about which all of the opologys in the world will erase what it does to a relationship..

I believe a lot of anger is hidden fear. And I have made a point of abateing as many things as I could that scare me. Sometimes it comes down to that I can't but there are a lot of fears we have we can over come and then you don't get in that fight or flight place. Sometimes it takes imagineing the worst case scenarios and figureing out solutions for even silly fears but I find myself a lot harder to rile up. Yes it was terrifying to face being a widow but having lifeinsurance too some of the worries about survival off the table so my relationship was less stressed. Having job skills helped keep me from being in a panic and or angry about the situations that might have lead to a divorce and let me concentrate on avoiding divorce.

I am not a big believer in the punching bag solution. Now yea I have done some serious weeding in my garden but I found anything you do out of control is an easy way to A) exhaust yourself B) Hurt yourself C) Really often just projects the anger to the people around you which eventually still comes back to you and D) just puts off what you are angry about rather than resolve it. Yea I have slammed a door or two in my day but to just beat something up nope. And any of the folks that delude themselves saying punching something is better than punching someone are morons that are either too stupid to know that is a red flag that is telling you what is next or they are too cowardly to do anything about it. Plain and simple if your anger is so out of control in a relationship you have to punch anything you need to exit the relationship. The old thing about it being better to be from a broken home than live in one is true. Especially for kids.

I am also not big on trying to forgive somethings as a way out of anger in a relationship. To me when someone angers me justifyably I think consequences are in order. Hopefully they are porportional but even if they aren't just refuseing them the complete power of my forgiving them helps me dial down how I feel. If in a relationship someone keeps needing to be forgiven it is not much of a relationship.

Last but not least is coming to the conclusion that some anger is ok in relationships. You can still be lady like and be angry, you can still love some one or even just be a friend and be angry. You can get over being angry and most people are going to get over faster than you will so if you want to be angry give yourself permission. After all no two people are going to be on the same wave length every minute of ever day of a relationship.

There are magnificent winged unicorns, or golden-maned ones, with white haired bodies, and there are cute unicorns also with wings, and there are horses with wings (the species' name in the scientific nomenclature is Pegasus), and there are winged angels, of course beautiful and nice, and cutsie little winged fairies. There are winged lions, winged monkeys, even winged pigs, for crying out loud.

There are no winged housecats.

I resent that.

Cats are the cutest things in this world. (In THIS world.) A white ball of puffy hair, or a tabby, or a black Bagira, or a gray cool cat, they are all cool, cute, loveable, pattable. Cats are feline, and the name "feline" was chosen due to its lingual proximity to "feminine" or womanly. Or nubile young womanly, with bouncy and lithe bodies, that dance through the meadows, as if they were kitticats.

So why not winged cats, I demand to know.

I ... want... my... winged cats.