I am in no way equating to my current temporary battle with ptsd with that of people who have had real and horrific trauma in their life. This is more of a ‘oh shit, wait, no, stop’, light-weight, in my control kind of ptsd…and it has to do with the actions of Lucy.
If you’ve been reading the blog or following my Instagram account then you know Lucy’s face. Her cute little puffy cheeks, gleaming eyes, and expressive whiskers are super duper cute. But she also has a gnarly feral streak from her hectic youth. Now what happened last week wasn’t even any way remotely caused by this feral streak as it is something that all cats are wont to do.
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