I love my kitteh and he is a handful.

He doesn't really care all that much when I am sad or not feeling well. He talks back to me. When I tell him "no", he takes it as a challenge. He thinks it is hilarious to attack me. The world revolves around him. Living with him is about as close to living with a wild cat that one can get without disturbing the balance of nature.

I am delish to him. When he licks me uncontrollably at times that is actually a sign that things are going south. And quick.

The first time he did it, I thought, "oh my gosh, how sweet. he is giving me lovies!" I then realized he was tenderizing me before he had a bite

I yell at him now, "I am NOT a steak!" and run away. He thinks it's funny.

I love my kitteh.