Rage
by carolynholm
Dear Mia,
We need to have a conversation about what just happened. I get that you are sensitive, but you need to pull it together.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
Is this about the scratch?
Love, Mia
Dear Mia,
Honey, this wasn’t just a scratch. This was an episode of psychotic rage.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
I’m sorry I attacked your arm. You should never have stroked my back. You weren’t paying attention. You know how I feel about my back.
Mia
Dear Mia,
I realize how you feel about your back, and I try to remember not to touch it, but sometimes I forget which cat I am stroking.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
You confused me with Fat Boy?!!!!!!!
Mia
Dear Mia,
It happens. You need to calm down, and get some control of your anger.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
You provoked my attack. When that happens everything goes red and then I see only the enemy arm. I can’t believe you confused me with Fat Boy.
Mia
Dear Mia,
I did not provoke your attack. What you did was straight up crazy. You went from being the sweetest cat ever to a slasher. In an instant. Zap.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
You think I’m crazy?
Mia
Dear Mia,
Yes Sweetie, a little crazy. You need to go away and calm down. Lick yourself all over, and then come back and apologize.
Carolyn
Dear Mommy,
I’m back. I love you. I groom you. I lick your chin.
Love, Mia