
There is a long and disturbing trend that has been developing since shortly after kaje and I started dating and seems to be going strong to this day. I can't say for sure what drives them to this extreme form of expression, but I do know it is something that ebbs from time to time but always comes back. For some reason my animals find it necessary to make it look as if I am attempting to kill myself. There is a network of fading, yet still visible white lines that sprout from the base of my wrist like a tangle of vines. This, of course, is the visible evidence of one of many vicious attacks on my wrists by our oldest and cruelest animal. What I am showing you today is the mark of betrayal. I expect such things from the cats, but my dog could have slit my throat without me ever suspecting. So when his dew claw past over my wrist tearing a long furrow through the weather beaten skin, I didn't at first understand what was happening. Now I know, she has succeed at turning even my dog against me.



