Sighs. Once again, you have cut us to the quick. How could you have so little faith in us??
Dear furriends, you see here that I'm watching one of the outside kittehs
we feed enjoying his/her evening snack. Calmly. Quietly.
Not hitting the glass with outrage. Not screaming, hissing, spitting.
NOT inflicting my redirected aggression onto my tiny sisfur, Leia.
And here you see it's not just me, it's her too.
Mom, this is what we mature, sophisticated individuals - also known as "cats" -
like to refer to as a growth experience.
So there. Neener neener neener.