I was cleaning this morning and that bad cat kept trying to escape. I finally snatched him up to have words with him and he looked me in the eyes and hissed in my face.
I don't like that.
Things were prette tense around here for a while but we just tried to stay out of each others way. I ended up doing yoga and afterwards we had a nice talk.
I think he feels bad. That's a look of remorse right? I'm going to go ahead and think so.
We're best friends again.
You know, remorse and seething hatred are always hard to tell apart for me...
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