Yes, an interview with me... yours truly... the Undeniable Goddess of All That is Somewhat Interesting. Read on, and be amazed...

Greetings, O' Great Goddess Feral!
Feral's enough. I give you permission to call me that.

Of course! So, what's your favorite color?
Blood.

Oh, you mean, blood red?
No.

Oh, eheh... right. Of course not. Erm... so, what's with the name Feral Tendencies, anyway?
Twitches her tail and wrinkles her nose. Eh?

Uhm, nevermind. Next question. What kind of hobbies do you have?
Thinks a moment. Chasing cars, burying cars... biting car bumpers... Oh, and I occasionally frighten small children and the elderly. And the occasional sheep-like neighbors. Did I mention I occasionally chase down domestic cattle herds and do strange things to them? It's made the papers...

Riiiight... Anyway. Uhm... what are you doing with my ashtray?
Quickly puts the ashtray back on the table. Did I mention I'm being treated for cleptomania? That's a hobby, too. At least, that's what the doctor says...

So, what sort of things do you eat?
Well, mostly raw chicken, until my doctor complained about the salmonella treatments. Now I stick to roadkill and water buffalo. And the occasional zebra.

So... what's with the tail...?
Hey, you got a problem with the tail? Waits for a response. Gets none. I didn't think so...

So, what do you do at night or on the weekends?
Yap at the moon. Slaughter chickens. Kill water buffalo. Oh, and make little lacey doilies.

Right, right... Uhm, any final words?
Yeah. Mom, the doctor called. Time for your distemper shots.

What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?
What, I didn't tell you? I was raised by hyenas. Duh.