Pet their head, scritch they back, it’s all wiggles.
But rub they belly? Dead still. 50 yard stare. I killed an unarmed woman in 'Nam. Or I thought I killed her. I killed a shadow. A shape of a person. They’re all just shapes. They were all just shapes in the haze.
art@lemmy.world 1 hour ago
I figure I like getting my belly rubbed so they probably do too.