Last night we had another one of our “encounters”. A close encounter of the third kind, as far as I’m concerned. See what you were doing to me seemed more like preparation for deliverance to the mothership than any normal animal/terrestrial-being behavior.
Let me interject with a theory: All nighttime abductions/experiments attributed to aliens are in fact performed by cats.
Now like I’ve explained before, all your kneeding, hair-combing, sitting-on-my-chest behavior is highly unappreciated. But let’s address one singular move of yours that incites a special terror in my befuddled, half-asleep mind: when you purr fervently with your wet nose pressed behind my ear. This action of yours frightens me all the way back to 7th-grade science to retrieve the vocabulary needed to describe my fear: pinna.
Used in a sentence: Oh God, one chomp of George’s jaws and I’ll lose my pinna.
This fear is particularly unsettling as I hear how excited you are becoming with your purring and imagine all the other times such excitement has lead to “loving” cat bites.
Let us recall the Cat-Vampire incident of two nights ago.
CEASE AND DESIST.
Or I shall have to report you to the FBI and get Mulder and Scully on your ass.