Fight or Flight?

blog1“Max! Max! Ms. Burnsky said we have a meeting. Do you think someone is coming to meet us?” I yelled, throwing open the door to our small bedroom. Max was laying on her back, hands crossed over her stomach, staring at the ceiling. She looked like she was waiting for death. It was freaky. I poked at her. “Max…”

“Leave me alone, Ash. I’m tired.”

“But, Max… Ms. Bur-”

“I don’t care what she said.”

“What if someone wants to meet us?”

“No one wants to meet us, Ash. No one ever does.” Continue reading

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Dear pet,

Cat personI don’t know if you realize how much I actually love you. I mean, you probably get it, seeing as I hold you hostage for cuddles daily and will gladly pet you whenever you want it. But still, you’re not human (shocker, right?) so I don’t know for certain you feel the same love that us homo-sapiens do. I know you love me, I mean, let’s be honest, I’m the best owner ever (except that one time I forgot to feed you… sorry about that again) but do you really get it? Continue reading