I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things to me are expressions of love.
I love Wagner but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
The best thing I've learned is if you're going out never go out alone - you leave yourself vulnerable. If you've got someone else there you trust they can say be wary of that person. I probably used to be too trusting of people.