Bad Boy Cat
You stand by the door. When someone goes out, you go with them. It’s down the stairs and out the main door for you. I pick you up and carry you up back to the house in my arms. You struggle and want to run away. I hold on to you tight. But I am stronger than you. “You are not going out again. Do you hear me?” I sound like your cat mother using the tough love technique. You are strong and feisty; I have become even stronger than you. Once you came back home with your ear badly hurt. It healed. I was scared for you. You like to run to the small park on the other block and chase squirrels up the trees. Sometimes I think there is no discipline for you. I care about you, if that means anything.