She bit me

Yes, sweet little kitty turned out to be not so sweet.

She bit me

Drew blood

And a whirlwind of doctors, shots, antibiotics, followed

My arm is sore from the bite, and from the shots

My heart is sore – I failed her.   She’s no longer welcome here, because the Bear does not allow anyone, or anything, to hurt me.

Max has chased her away.   He never liked her anyway.

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