Visited my parents’ house and couldn’t help but pester my old cat. My brother and I raised this cat and poked at her so much that she really doesn’t mind us now.
Before you get your panties in a twist, we didn’t do anything to hurt Apple. We were teenagers but we weren’t inherently mean.
She will not put up with other people trying to fool around with her. She barely tolerates flea medication from my parents.
When me or my brother tease her or balance things on her—she endures it. She closes her eyes and thinks of England.
In the spirit of Christmas, I balanced a gold foil coin on her head. She sat like this for about 15 minutes just sleeping on my lap.
Love my old grouchy cat.
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