I am at my sister’s house watching a movie when my niece’s kitten comesover for a look. He’s a cute little guy with black and white fur. He jumps on my lap, much to my attempt to shoo him away, and proceeds to purr and rub his little head against my hand.
I gate cats. I grew up i a home with many, many cats. More than once I arrived to school with spray on shoes or bookbag. Suuuure, not their fault they were not fixed. I can agree with this. But what I hated most was their indifference to me once they grew up. My dogs always loved me no matter what, the cat not so much.
So here I am trying to watch Taken on HBO when this 3 month old kitten takes an interest in me. I let him sit in my lap and I begin go pet him around the ears and under his chin.
Next thing I know, he’s suckling on my fingertips. I can actually hear him making suction and licking. Well, I do have a heart and all, so I pet him some more. He stayed like that; suckling different finger tips on my left hand while Liam Neeson chased a young guy off an overpass and into the hungry grill of a truck.
At this point I only thought it was cute. Next I know, the kitten gets up and brushes his head against my face. Now this starts me wanting to do all kinds of baby talk to the little guy. Either he enjoys this, or he’s playing with me.
Then something strange happens: he climbs onto the back of the couch and begins suckling my ear. This lasted a good 15 minutes, or long enough for Neeson to flirt with the prostitute in Paris. All the while the kitten would paw at my kneck and purr while suckling the top of my ear.
I really don’t know where I am going with except to say how my feeling on cats has changed. After the kitten grew bored and the movie ended, I decided to give the suckling thing a try with her other, 12 year old cat. While trying to get him to like me and maybe suckle a fingertip or ear, he hissed and scratch