This morning my kitten Ava (aka Lovey) was cuddling in bed with me. I was shirtless, and she nuzzled her furry little body against my bare skin, purring up a storm. How sweet.
Lovey turned toward me and started in with that paw-kneading thing that cats do when they're hungry. They think of their humans as mother figures, and they're trying to stimulate milk production.
This was all well and good. But then she actually tried to suckle.
I screamed.
I may be instituting a t-shirt policy in bed from here on in.
