I didn't ask to be skittish it just snuck up on me.

I have, I think, taught her to bite me less, and the scratching is showing less scars. 

If there is anything I most definitely have taught her it's that meowing will get you nowhere, and I fear that truth leads to an elevated sense of ennui.

And with that her path to nihilism is imminent.

The democratic republic of Liza's brain is a coordinated acceleration of collisions where evolution redlines the sincerity of a kind and cautious nervous system.