Things between us have always been prickly. I'm not one for pets. In the beginning she looked at me like she's plotting something, maybe gouging my eyes out in my sleep, but of late she's kind of warmed up to me, and me to her.
She just sashays up to me and offers her neck to be stroked. Slinky, sassy and so nonchalant, I have no idea what goes on in her head. I hate her, and I love her.
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