Another loverboy.

Funny Loverboy. He's in the habit of waking me in the morning. By grooming me. Like I'm another cat. His sandpaper tongue scapes along my arm or hand, and even my face. I used to shove him away. But now I mostly accept all this. Assuming that it is a display of affection. That I have been accepted as another cool cat. Another loverboy. --Jim Broede