Last Wednesday, I was in a total meow because I thought my brofur, Mr. M, was invading my purrsonal territory. In other words, he spent a great deal of the day in Master Munchkin’s lap. (Master Munchkin is MY purrsonal human & mom belongs to Mr. M.) Anyway, once I calmed down enough to be rational, I asked myself why my brofur would suddenly want to spend hours with my purrsonal human, after making snide remarks about him running around too fast and being too noisy for years.
Once I began to focus on facts, instead of emotion, I learned Master Munchkin was ill and Mr. M, who is a wonderful purr-therapist, had put aside his purrsonal predjudics and begun purr-therapy. I am very ashamed to admit that I was so self-centered and petty that I didn’t initially realize what a kindness M was purrforming.
And thus, I am using this blog as a public apology, which I believe is only just, since I made an equally public accusation. M, I am very ashamed of my behavior. Please forgive me.
BTW, Master Munchkin is healing well.