Alas, I must help her get in touch with her anger.
Mmmm, shall I knock over her glass or bite her hand?
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Angelica has been seething all day. Unfortunately any awareness of anger is deeply buried. It manifests in a melancholy listlessness which makes it difficult for me to sit on her lap. In such moods she leaps to her feet without warning. This morning I fell with a thud, there was no time for my habitually graceful descent. I try to be patient with her, but she complains when I tenderly knead her abdomen, and tells me to stop.
Alas, I must help her get in touch with her anger. Mmmm, shall I knock over her glass or bite her hand?
Bobby Warner
30/3/2015 09:15:24 am
Pets DO have their ways of getting our attention! Neat little story. Comments are closed.
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