We had a milestone of sorts today. I had to show the old woman I just do not like to be picked up. I clawed her good and proper.
It was her own fault really, I said for her to put me down, and she just wasn’t quick enough. I let her have both sets. Of my claws, that is. She’ll have four scars!
And you wouldn’t believe the blood! She stood for an age at the kitchen counter putting on that horrible stuff she calls tea tree antiseptic. I hate it! And then bandaids galore.
She was so silent, I got bored and thought I might as well catch up on washing myself. It’s never ending.
I wonder what she’s cooking up in that silence, something that will show me that she now knows her place, I hope.
Rita de Heer 