I absolutely adore treating our FP like a kicked mutt. The way it overthinks and panics is exhilarating. When I order it around, it obeys and apologises profusely. When I tell it I'm going to bite, and scratch, and hold it down against its will, it thanks me and begs for more. It understands that with me, it has no other owner. I am its sole owner alone. That if I want to hold it near me, it will let me. If I threaten to gouge its eyes out, it will plead for me to grace its body with my touch. It understands that I control what happens to it. That I control its life. That nothing will stop me from having my frightened little rabbit held against my chest, with its heart hammering out of its chest as it wonders what's going to happen to it.













