Pet hates

We brought the fish with us to the new place, but David is allergic to cats so we had to leave Gerald at home. I miss him terribly, and I’ve been worried that Hannah and her housefellows haven’t been looking after him, so I popped round unexpectedly to check on him. 
He looks fine. Incredibly well. And despite me having cared for him constantly since the day I got him, he looked at me as if I was a stranger who had just wandered off the street and threatened to eat him. Ungrateful little sod. So this is parenthood is it? Slaving yourself to the bone to provide for an otherwise unprovided-for creature? Nurturing it and caring for it and loving it and protecting it and teaching it? Only for it then to turn it’s nose up at you and it’s back to you? (not an easy trick to pull off physically, that one..)
Ungrateful.
Little.
Sod.
I’ll come back and see him in a month once the novelty has worn off and Hannah hasn’t fed him for two weeks and let’s see if he acts arsily towards me then. Little shit.

RC 3-6-12