Testosterone, thy name is Java.
Sometimes I am SURE Java is a man trapped in a cat's body via magical means.
I get home from AVCon, walk in the door and he comes out of my bedroom yelling and squawking at me for being late and demanding to be fed. I feed him his favourite meal, red meat, then get myself ready for bed. He comes in, reprimanding me a bit more, then climbs into bed behind me, rubs up against my naked back, and begins attempting to roughly manhandle my boobs all the while purring like a motor.
Now that he's done, he's cuddlled up over my right breast and gone to sleep.
WTF?! O_O;;
I get home from AVCon, walk in the door and he comes out of my bedroom yelling and squawking at me for being late and demanding to be fed. I feed him his favourite meal, red meat, then get myself ready for bed. He comes in, reprimanding me a bit more, then climbs into bed behind me, rubs up against my naked back, and begins attempting to roughly manhandle my boobs all the while purring like a motor.
Now that he's done, he's cuddlled up over my right breast and gone to sleep.
WTF?! O_O;;