I am trying really hard, I really am. Hemi wants to be friends, so she tends to lurk around me, keeping a safe distance. You can see from my pained expression in the photo below the intense concentration that my self control requires. I am building duration, but inevitably I explode, and Hemi makes a mad dash to the window sill or up the steps - the smart girl knows that I will not ascend the staircase. We are working on this, Hemi and me, and I know that one day soon, we will be friends. Maybe then we will nap together on the living room floor, in the stream of sun that shines through the windows.
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