She sits alone in a cage crying for attention.
I open the door and reach to her. There's
something that she fails to mention.
She doesn't like hands reaching, touching, caressing.
When I reach to her she hisses and scratches.
Her eyes are always on me. It's like she needs to know
where I'm at. I move the furniture to clean her cage and
feed her. She hisses and scratches. "I'm just trying to feed you.
You crazy cat."
Someone told me that the back scratcher calms her down.
I pick up the back scratcher and slowly reach out to her again.
She hisses and scratches.
I've all but given up making friends with this cat.
That's when Julie says "well if ya use the back
scratcher she's fine."
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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