Maomao has been a great distraction for me these past few weeks. I'm trying hard to get her to love me and she's trying hard to remind me that she's still a little bit wild inside. I have to remember that Mao lost a companion too when Sam died. Recently, she's become more social with us, as if trying to own us but on her terms. One way she shows me is by attacking me whenever I whistle. She hates whistling but only bites me. I used to think she was mad that I whistle but now I think that when she rakes my foot with her claws or clamps onto my eyebrow with her teeth, she's simply trying to train ME. Christmas carols are especially offensive to her. It doesn't matter whether it's Michael Buble on my iTunes or Tony Bennett on television, she immediately comes over to me and sinks her still kitten-sharp teeth into my skin whenever she hears it. People say, "Why do you whistle if you know she's going to react like that?" I think I'm trying to see if it's just a fluke or if I am really interacting with her. All of my pets have always communicated with me in some way. Mao keeps me at paw's length but I can tell that as long as we are "talking," we have a bond. I think it's sort of cute, in a way. I just have to keep the Neosporin handy, that's all. This Christmas, our house is dark and my heart is heavy. But inside, I'm trying my best to coax a small black cat out from the underneath and maybe...just maybe, into my empty arms. Merry Christmas.
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