The puppycat tore up her bed yesterday. When my other half picked up the fluff and looked at her, she dropped her tail, looked off to one side, half closed her eyes and started shaking. She flinched every time he moved, so he patted her but she wouldn't stop flinching, so he picked her up and put her in her bed with a gentle pat.
Later that evening, I was sitting in front of the TV with her cuddled to my side on the arm chair, and I was looking at her long arched neck, and her gentle eyes when she looked at me, and couldn't help starting to cry.
How can anyone want to hurt an animal so loving and noble, when hurting her so obviously doesn't work? She's not stupid, my father is the idiot. Some days I wish I could do to him everything he did to me, but he's such a weakling and coward he would have offed himself because he's not as strong as me, and can't take it.
And then my mother tells me that that I can't function or reason properly, my mind isn't working and I can't tell the difference between fact and fiction.
What a sub-species of reptile he is, and she his handler.