she my feet and short temper, and you have to wonder if the two are connected, whether or not our temperments are tied to the shape and contour of our feet.
behavioral predestination.
my eyelashes but her mother’s eyes, pleading and mischievous at the same time, brillant browns speckles of gold dancing behind the irises. she yelps and runs and bops her mother in the face when her mom and i cuddle too close for her liking.
it’s not jealously exactly, she’s fine as long as she’s a part of it. left out and she goes ballistic.