Is it December already!?

I haven't posted in so long! Naughty naughty!!

I have been in counselling for a couple months now. I don't know if it's working, but I really like my therapist. She's really nice & attentive. She seems to understand where I'm coming from even though I'm positive she thinks I'm nuts. And I am so, she's also very intutive.

These last couple months have been loaded with good and bad. I was out of character and became "drama girl" on more than one occaision. I see myself as a cat (a Tabby with dark markings). I like for my space to be nice and neat. I like for my food & water bowls to be clean. I like to lick and love and I'll bite playfully. Mostly I like to be petted and babied. I like to be paid attention to and I will be more than willing to pleadge devotion. But when I'm crossed or even petted the wrong way, I react.

The older I get the worse the reaction. When I was younger I would just go off and lick my wounds then come trotting back; it would take massive scarring before I would learn my lesson about that person. But now I hiss (and sometimes spit) when I don't get the treatment that I expect.

I'm a cat in a world of dogs and Gators. And sometimes I behave badly.