My husband says I cant let the cat bite me.
It teaches her bad habits.
But, she is the one sauntering up to me,
nuzzling her velvet head against my hand.
With one tiny paw she guides a single finger to her mouth and
clamps
down.
I feel teeth against my flesh.
Gentle as a baby.
Just a tiny, loving bite.
But it’s bad for her.
It teaches her bad habits.
Like to treat her mother with gentleness at a moment when it would be easy to
inflict
pain.
But, I understand why we can’t.
No more tiny, loving bites.
Because with her father it’s always just
a bite at the feet,
then a claw to the balls.