This evening things got dangerously out of hand between Joely Pants and me. He is such a big lump of a cat, it's overly tempting to give him a rough treatment while cuddling him. Usually, I manage to get away with it, and away from Joely Pants just in the nick of time, before he starts getting a temper tantrum due to over stimulation. Today however, I trespassed the thin red line between a docile, thoroughly domesticated and cuddly cat and a fierce feline from the savanna. My sin was one stroke too many, an infringement that unleashed an instantaneous metamorphosis of a big cat into a small lion. Before I knew it, the darned, magnificent beast delivered a solid bite to my left hand while swiping my arm with his paw, leaving behind a fine specimen of a bloody Adidas logo as a souvenir.
After that, things went immediately back to normal. Joely Pants forgot all about this incident and crept back into his cosy anti aggressive and deceptive persona, and if you ask him, nothing ever happened. I too, chose to follow for once the moral teachings of the New Testament and refrained from exercising the good old law of talion (lex talionis), also known as the law of the lion.
Status as we speak: Joely Pants is deeply asleep on the table curled up between a printer and a sub woofer. Moi, not half a meter away from him, jotting down these words. And there's no more war, no more bloodshed.
