|I like to say I caught him in a yawn, but it could be that he was really laughing at me.|
I suppose the worst part of Hamlet's day comes every morning when I have to get dressed for work. Then, he pouts. When I turn off my alarm, he jumps down from sleeping on my outstretched arm and runs to hide under the guest bed, where he remains until the whole family leaves. However, some mornings, like yesterday, he refuses to give up easily.
Yesterday, when I turned off my alarm, instead of the usual "ka-thump" of a petulant kitty cat, I heard a very sweet meow with a purr in it. I opened my eyes to see Hamlet's face in mine. He licked my chin. I told him, "You're very sweet, but I still have to get up." He gave me another "kiss," purred more loudly, and stuck his nose on mine; I laughed at this, and said, "Come on..." Finally, I saw a certain look come over his face. I know this look, so I told him, "Don't you dare bite me." He licked my chin one more time, gave it a sharp love bite, and then took off before I could chunk him off the bed.
I suppose it's true - sometimes love hurts.