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Its sharp claws dig into my leg. Yelling out in pain, I try my best not to move, if I move it will only get worse. Quietly, I try soothing the beast that seems to believe that there is a hidden treasure inside of my skin. Time seems to slow as those paws push and scratch at my leg. Even though my leg is protected by pants and a heavy blanket those merciless claws refuse to stop.
The cat finally stops and she begins to get comfortable, with my hand I begin to pet her head. She somehow misconstrues this and begins to bite my hand. Her sharp teeth close on my open palm, but she does not puncture the skin. This was a game to her. I have no idea where she had learnt this from but it had to end.
Once more she begins pawing my leg, I feel like small needles are pricking my skin. The pure white monster does not care about my leg or my pain; she needs to sit just right.
Together we lay on the couch watching television. More accurately, I lay there, she digs. Once more, I try to pet her to calm her down. At first she seems happy a slight vibration emanates from her throat. Suddenly, she jerks her head sideways, opens her mouth and once more clamps down on my hand. As her jaw closes on my helpless hand I cannot help but to think that she was laughing at me.
Releasing my hand the cat sat in between my legs and expected me to pet her. It was almost as if we had a telepathic connection. She was tempting me, trying to seduce me to touch her. Just one touch, one stroke, I could almost hear her say in my head. I will not bite.
"Yes you will!" I yell at the cat. Startled, she leaps off of the couch and onto the floor; walking away as if insulted.
As I watch the cat walk off I see my wife enter our home. Looking at the cat she smiles at me. She asks me what I did, why is the cat so upset. I shrug. I have learnt that in general it is not a good idea to tell your wife that you are tempted to bite her cat. Although, sometimes when said right, it can turn out to be a very good thing.
Happy to finally be rid of the beast that enjoyed nothing more than my pain I invite my wife to sit down next to me. She smiles and hugs me. "You smell so good," she says. A cry of pain escaped my lips as she bit down on my shoulder.
"That hurt!" I cried.
"I'm sorry," she replied, "you just taste so good!" She bit down on my chest, hard.
I cried out, "Stop."
She giggled and my heart sank as I felt the cat jump on the couch and she once more began to search for her buried treasure.
