Phereomones by Meg Pokrass
“You can buy kitty pheromones at pet stores now, for Pete’s sake,” my husband said.
He bought sinus medicine from the drug store, the wrong kind again.
“Just lie still,” he said.
He put the cone to my nose, said “snort,” and I followed orders, always. I was allergic to the cat. The cat was peeing on the rug and the vet said we could try an animal behaviorist. Getting another cat would only make it worse, he said. I often wondered if we knew how to take care of anything. My husband hated doctors.
My head was thunder, sweat, and went out like dust, in small places that he does not see.
My knees felt full and strict, and we were trying to get pregnant. We didn’t pick up Kleenexes after. We left them like bread crumbs until the next morning.
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Meg… It’s a super read!! I know of these pussy pheromones.. purely in the holistic sense of “knowing” … :0) x
thanks, Hazar, and Heather. I’m glad it worked on the senses, that was what i was shooting for. These comments mean so much.