A Story

... her air of disdain was registered, but she was never petty about it. ( Almost never. Once in a while, she'd walk by a resting Maggie, stop, growl lightly, and give her a quick flurry of unclawed single-paw bops to the head...then mosey off as if she'd said her piece, thank you. Maggie, for her part, remained apathetically still.) Her people yelled at her when she found she couldn't stop doing ...