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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Up back on my feet. @ 12:26 PM


Bryan withdrew his hand quickly. She hadn't scratched him, but she'd hurt him none the less.

"Stupid cat, I thought she liked me."

Dr. Spahic shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Kody is a funny cat," she said. "She has a tough beginning, and it takes a long time for her to trust people. Even then, she finds it difficult. She likes you, Bryan, but if you show her any affection, her claws come out, and she runs in the opposide direction. I'm hoping one day she'll realise that she should stop hiding and let people who care about her love her."

She looked at Bryan pointedly before picking his jacket up off the floor where it had fallen and handing it to him.

"I think maybe you'll understand Kody better than most."





memories
in cold decay.