She's 9.
A diva. A sunny dancer, but...
she presumes she can do things with my belongings, without asking.
I say no. She gets into a huff (while looking at me).
I ignore her.
She knows I love her, but she tests me/us
Her brother is a different, cerebral, kettle of fish. A WYSIWYG. Wears his heart on his sleeve.
As she leaves, we hug and say, love you.
I love em both.
But she's a challenge.
What would you do if this was your cat?
Were you more emotionally attached to one parent over the other ?



