Smidgen's Belongings

[tinhuviel]

Smidgen has gotten in the habit of extending one arm and gently placing her hand on my bare flesh. She then contracts her little fingers and digs her nails into the aforementioned flesh. It's not particularly painful, but it sure is an attention getter. When I look to ask her what on Earth she's doing, she has this look of triumph on her face that screams "she's miiiiine, all miiiine!" I love my Smidge, but sometimes I get the feeling that I'm nothing but a possession she keeps around for personal amusement.