I found her up in a tree. She’s not that kind of bear, I pointed out, and she just looked confused. Confused is how I like my mates, so it was back on again.
Though it didn’t last. She seemed to have some kind of hug PTSD. She would start the hug, then hesitate, like I was going to squeak or something. Then run crying to the bedroom, stealing Stinky’s blanky on the way. The sound was pitiful. Stinky really loves that blanket…
It’s no way to live, so I had to call it off. Or rather, had the goblin’s do it. Break up’s are so messy.