Every once in a while PPD rears its ugly head again, usually in mundane, am-I-a-good-mother ways, or it's more disturbing form of oh-no-I-am-somehow-going-to-unknowingly-hurt-my-son-or-maybe-I've-even-already-done-so. And then sometimes it surfaces in just plain weird ways.
For instance, this morning my fatter and slower-witted cat, Rosie, came into
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