Despite spending considerable time beneath my captors' couch, I find myself warming to their friendly overtures. Intellectually, I know that these positive feelings can be attributed to Stockholm Syndrome but, in my heart? I don't care. They pet me and give me treats; it's not a bad life.
However, I don't want them to forget that I am here of my own free will and that I can turn on them at any second. Using a feather toy, I showed them exactly what will happen if they ever make me unhappy with our arrangement.
I'm not sure this display of Ragdoll Fierceness had the results I intended. They just seemed charmed.
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