He’s my favorite guy, I’m sorry, but yes, both of us have our special relationships with each of the cats and he is my boy. As he is getting older, he has become Demando-cat. He comes to my side when I am on the computer. “I want kisses on my forehead.”
It’s our ritual, and while Mitchell does it too, it was always our ritual and having Mitchell do it is not enough. This morning I could not, because I am shellacking and cannot have cat hair on me. I explain this, but he does not care. He begins to bite me on the knee, and it tickles mostly.
“That is not going to work Bitey-Boy.”
He starts in again, “I goth mayth tooth thuck,” is the next thing I mentally hear as I feel his little snaggle tooth and my old painting sweats rip. This does not detour him, and he goes in more vigorously.
“Hey! That hurt!”
“You suck Mom.” Off he goes to find Mitchell, tail at an angle.
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