Notes
from a Bemused Cat Sitter
(
The survival Diaries, Day Four)
Minerva,
will you please take your teeth out of my calf?
Can't...s'part
of your training.
But
your food bowl is full, your litter tray is empty, the door is open
for you to come and go, I've dropped everything in readiness for your
attention demands.....I'm fully trained, dammit
Ever
hear of Trauma Bonding?
You
what?
Basically,
I bite the crap out of you ( that's this bit) and then later I curl
up in your arms purring and looking adorable ( that's later, when I'm
sleepy).
And
you do this why?
It
stops you leaving me due to the confused nature of your attachment.
It's sweet really, shows I love you.
It
really doesn't, you know. Where did you learn this stuff?
Mr
Wobbles hacked your interwebs. My psychology degree and 12 tins of
anchovies should arrive tomorrow.
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