I apply lip balm each night before I sleep. Each morning for the past 10 days, I have met the morning with fuzzy lips. Sounds like a fungal disorder, doesn't it? Rest assured that it is not!
The fuzziness has a sort of calico palette. I would even go so far as to declare the fuzz to be of a domestic-short-hair nature. It's curious enough to give a person paws—erm...pause. I imagine the cat has more nighttime fun than she perhaps should.
I can't think that the contours of my face make for good dance space. I can't think that the angles make for comfortable seating. Thus, we can assume that the cat is showing her disfavor.
Perhaps she is upset because I refuse to give into her whim. She meows at me to demand, "Cuddle with me, you wench!" and I meow back to return, "Shut up, you cat!" She sniffs me, I sniff back. I am not her inferior, and she is not pleased. What I wonder, and what I'm probably too afraid to ascertain, is which part of her hairy body she rubs against my lips...
