The Dirty Business of Friendship
Fast-forward five minutes: “Yuck! Kitty hairs!” Skye exclaims, trying to peel the hairs from her sticky hands, her unsuccessful attempts punctuated with dramatic sighs.
“Yuck! Toddler germs!” Marcy thinks, cleaning her fur at a rate of 100 LPS (licks per second).
Fast-forward one minute: Skye and Marcy are snuggling again, not a care in the world.
Which encapsulates some of the friendships I’ve had with chicks over the years, as well.