More rutting

The wind and rain are over and the flowers are starting to come out. I spoke to Caryl today in Maryland and she told me deer were out in her yard making strange sounds. Sami's been going wild rubbing her cloaca on the wall or on the stubble of my head and face. In French, to rub is "frotter." My mother would mix her English and French. Instead or "rubbing" she'd say "frotting" with an intense distaste, as if it were the most vile and pornographic thing in the world. In my mind, I can hear her spitting the word out and it still makes me nervous.