I don’t want to go all Jean Teasdale on you. There is nothing sadder than someone who blogs about a cat. Nothing. Especially if it is a dude.
So, every morning my cat (Stella) is very affectionate. She is sweet and purrs and naps with us. Nicest cat on Earth.
When we get home, she is a ball of rage and fury. She runs everywhere at top speed, and bites us randomly and often. She is even meaner to our old dog. So, why the change? I think I have the answer. She is listening to right wing talk radio all day long.