I have very black and white thinking when it comes to most things including my cat. I either like her or I don’t. I think she’s the sweetest thing on earth or I wish I’d never brought her here. She’s called the perfect cat or the worst cat I’ve ever had followed by a vow to never get another cat again. It occurred to me the other day that I have no middle ground with her. She’s good or she’s bad.
I look at Gus and think he’s a good dog with issues. I look at him and think he’s a sweet gentle monster with a huge head and clumsy feet. I have middle ground with him. I know what his issues are and most of the time I can see past them for all his good.









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