Tuxedo is in heat. She’s crying at the top of her lungs. She hates to be touched in certain places, especially her head for some reason. Usually she likes me to rub her head. While in heat, though, she prefers to rub her head on my hands.
She runs around the house yelling and screaming and caterwauling. My nerves are frayed, but what can I do? She can’t help herself. The one good thing about it is that she gets tired fast, and takes longer naps than usual.
I feel so bad for her. She looks like she’s in pain. She backs herself to my face with her butt, her tail swinging sideways. I am not attracted to that, not am I amused. But I have to give her some latitude because she can’t help it. She is coming of age. All I can do is wait for it to be over in a few days. And look forward to the next episode until I can have her spayed.
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