So, the Stray got spayed last week, and it was not without minor complications. Namely, a pesky urinary tract infection which made her go pee about every 20 minutes for several days ... nights included. This made for a tired sister and tired parents. I thought this meant that I could play in peace finally, but alas I was deceived.
This is the Stray early in the week. Notice the tiredness in her eyes. Translation: I don't have the energy to even torment Winston, the Great and Noble Grand Duke, even a little (I am paraphrasing).
The same seemingly peaceful attitude.
I took the moment to chill with my little guy (the red thing).
Ah, the times were sweet and peaceful.
But good things do not last. Here, the Stray is saying "is Winston having fun with something? Even in my weakened state I cannot allow for that."
This is me, longing for the guy that was so wrongfully (and tortiously) taken from me.
When the beast decides she wants something, very little can release the poor victim from her cruel and selfish grasp. Here, my sad pug eyes were completely impotent against her vicious schemes.