He’s lucky he’s cute.
Little bastard bit me on the nose this morning.
Perhaps I should have named him ‘Trouble’. Or ‘No’. Or ‘NoBiting!’ or ‘NoGoddammit!’
(Bean’s name for a time was BeanGoddamit!)
My entire body is apparently a chew toy, and everything in the apartment can be pressed into service for play.
Except, of course, Bean. Bean puts up with nothing.
Perhaps I should develop a convincing yowl and hiss.
AbsurdBeats 