...got nine lives/ Cat's eyes/ Abusin' every one of them and running wild....
"I didn't recognize you in those clothes."
Wait, isn't that my line? Oh.
In honor of tonight's build-and-paint, I wear loose jeans and a T-shirt that not only reaches past my naval but HAS A LOGO.
Egad. Though it's black, it's evidently effective camouflage.
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His fresh mown skull is cat's tongue stroking my palm. He's got a nicely shaped head.
He scratches my back; exhausted and happy for attention, I arch and purr. He does not stop. I lean my head against his shoulder, smile. He continues. And I realize.
Last summer, when it was Sam's birthday instead of his for a change, he discovered a previously uncharted ticklish spot on my back, made me squirm and giggle. He's searching. Hmm.
If I had more time, I'd stand still until he found it.
(Back In Black, AC/DC)
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