Ok - I love Colin, BUT where does his insatiable need to attack my bare skin with his claws come from?? Every time I'm sat down, Colin climbs on to my lap, and starts kneading away at my arm, my elbow, my hand; ANY piece of exposed flesh that he can see. To start with, it's cute, but then it starts to hurt, and when he starts to draw blood with his suckling, it's time for him to stop. But it's like a habit - he's like an alcoholic, but he's addicted to my skin. I've provided him with toys, blankets, a whole house of furniture, but still he scratches me. I'd rather he scratch the sofa - and it's more expensive than me!
So now I find myself sat in the heat with a jumper on, because it's the only thing that stops him kneading me.
To add to my slight discomfort, I'm suffering major food cravings. Since learning the delights of Hog's Breath, and learning that there's a 24 hour pancake place in the city, I've not been able to stop thinking about steak and pancakes. If I had a man I'd get him to go out and get me some... actually, if I had a man I doubt I'd be thinking about steak and pancakes. God damn.
Ok Colin, get the fuck off me - I'm hot, flustered, frustrated and hungry. I need something, and that something has nothing to do with being your personal pin cushion.
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