Conversations with the man led me to face a concept I wasn’t comfortable with; feeding a cat who would like nothing more than to eat my face. The way he looks at me, I know he’s merely waiting for an opportunity to make play with my lips and bat my eyes about the room like yarn balls. Time to hold him off for the moment with some of my albacore tuna.
Inwardly I wonder if my survival instinct can be justified as a love offering? Yeah…probably not, so I will have to ask for even greater heart adjustments in this area.