YEOW
Speaking of The Season...
I recently moved the Rb from a Western window room to an Eastern one. This has triggered a very early and intense onset of The Season of Love. He has begun his roosterly regurgitations and gyrations... climbing up under my hair at the nape of my neck and having his way with me. When I finally succeed at evicting him by shaking and jumping and twisting, he flies nearby and...
He continues to bust his little barfing-and-booty-popping moves, while watching me (first one eye, then the other), focusing his horny stare on me as if he's watching an X-rated movie.
My ol' man just fixates on the television or tries to get swallowed up by his Lazyboy.