Poor Eris…

I was furious at my MIL this morning. Still am. She left the house about 9am. I didn’t see Eris for a bit, but she has hiding spots she likes to nap in occasionally. At 11:30 I went downstairs to get some water, and she was sitting outside the porch window. OUTSIDE IT. The moment we saw each other she started wailing. I dashed out to get her. She couldn’t figure out how to jump to me — she was too upset — and I reached over the hedge and grabbed her. She clung to me for deal life and kept wailing until I got her inside. I sat down on the floor with her right inside the door and petted her and she had the most desperate purr going, like OH GOD DADDY YOU SAVED ME YOU’RE MY HERO PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GO BACK OUT THERE. I took her upstairs and put her in the Valkyrie’s arms, because V always makes her feel safe. She did the same desperate purr. My poor sweetheart. She has returned to her normal self, just cuddlier, and she runs away from the front door every time it opens.

When MIL got home I let her have it. She swore she didn’t let Eris out, but she was the only person to open any doors this morning. But then she never accepts blame for anything, and never apologizes when she’s fucked up. I’m still mad. I am so fucking lucky that Eris didn’t go wandering. We live on a lake, and there are cottonmouth snakes next to the water and huge hawks and something really bad could have happened even just on our half-acre.

Yeah, I’m still mad…

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