A Strong Word
The other day, J yelled at the cats. Later, every time one of them crossed her path she'd tell it she hated it.
Hate. Wow.
Now, in general, J's pretty mild mannered. And mind you, she never raised a hand to the little monsters. She didn't even really raise her voice, she just glared in their general direction and said that.
Sure, she gets upset. Who doesn't? Even I do. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen.
I'm not completely clear on what happened. I'm not even sure which one of them did whatever it was they did, but I think it had to do with her clothes. She cleaned out her closet so completely that you'd have to stand on a chair to touch anything at all that she might wear.
After that, she would occasionally say she didn't like them. But she only said that other thing the one time. I don't think she really meant it.
Okay, she meant it--but just for that few minutes.
I'd kind of like to know what exactly they did. Not that I'd ever do anything to her clothes, but it would be nice to know so I could make sure I didn't accidentally do it.
Well, the whole thing is over now. Or it seems to be. She lets the Irritant sit with her again. The Menace is allowed to hide in his corner in the closet again.
All is apparently forgiven.
I hope it never happens again.
Cosmo
posted by Cosmo & J.J. @ 9:36 PM
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