But lest you think we have an almost normal animal at BHF, it is not true. Boone has issues that go beyond cross-species infatuation. It has become painfully (and I mean this literally) clear that Boone was weaned too young.
You see, T. Boone has a strange compulsion. Before he settles down to sleep he has to "nurse". What that boils down to here is a session of licking my face - or the face of anyone who will let him. I encouraged it when he was tiny - it was kind of cute that he wanted to sit on my shoulder and lick my nose. But now he is bigger and his tongue infinitely closer to the texture of a sanding wheel and he stands, much heavier, in the middle of my chest to lick larger patches of my face. The good news - he has arrested and reversed some burgeoning wrinkles. The bad news - he sometimes gets really obsessive and it feels like he has removed a whole dimple.
Sometimes I can get him to switch over and lick my hand, which is not as weird or painful. And sometimes I actually prove that I am not ruled by my kitten and I make him stop. Sometimes. Already today is not that day.
In any case, we love the little nut. I guess he's going to stay. You may schedule your dermabrasion appointments forthwith.
1 comment:
Great story, and adorable photo! You should add facial services to the list of farm visit attractions.
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