|A law unto herself....|
Soxy is our cat. Our? That’s a laugh. She owns us, well and truly. Everyone knows that about cats. They have slaves; putatively, owners – but ones they can twist around their little claw.
Tracey and Christian tried all sort of approaches, but to no avail. Feed me, I’ll tolerate you till I’m finished. Then I’m off to my own domain. Supreme indifference.