Thursday I went to my therapist. I've become so dependable on her. I talked about the usual things. I have moved on in my mental health. I do pretend that I'm okay just to keep people what I really feel.
So I'm sitting in my chair and we talked about Jean Luc's manicure. She had said it's better to do that when they're still kittens. The older the cat, the more it might be used to his claws and de-clawing might be more traumatising for the cat. But JL came through with flying colours.
He's doing well. I forgot, the reason I wrote this. My therapist noticed that I had no scratches any more. Sorry about the rambling.
Chif out.
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