No bounds

My friend and coworker Linda is exhausted today. She's a real animal lover, and her neighbor's dog was put down last night. She (the dog) had a brain tumor. She was having seizures and was so sick. Poor dog. I'm not much of a pet person, but I do feel sorry for sick little animals who can't verbalize what's wrong. Actually, come to think of it, when one has a brain tumor, even a human has a hard time telling anyone what's wrong.
So this pet talk reminds me of another story. A beautiful tuxedo cat lives outside my apartment door. I always talk to him, and he meows at me. The other day, he came to rub against my legs. I reached down to scratch his ears, and he growled at me. That cat is just like me, I declare. He wants to be loved, but on his own terms.