Feral

Human Girl asked me a question a while back. She said, "Puggy, do you want to be feral?"

I answered," Oh, yes, Girl! I could run about like the beast I am!"

Human Girl laughed because I eat canned food. She commented to Mom that I eat lamb from a can, but in my mind I am actually running the Scottish countryside eating their sheeps.

Girl, this is not in my mind. I am a wild beast.

See the wilderness in my face? See the ferocity in my eyes?

Girl still took my collar off on that day though and never put it back on. Dad puts it on to take me for a walk, but Girl prefers my harness.

Girl, I am feral and you better be aware this means I might eat the kitties.

When they stop being scary.