In my hurry to get the laundry downstairs I stepped on Sweet Pea's paw. She was pretty upset with me for a good half hour. Scurried under the bed. Meowed at me in a snit every time I went toward her.
But now it's eight hours later. She is sitting right next to me on top of my desk, climbing on the keyboard wanting to be petted, and oh, it's almost suppertime. Moral of the story: Never stay mad at the person who feeds you.
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