Cotton Candy

Candy hops up in my lap for a little lap time of cuddling and petting. She takes to licking me, then settles down for her pets, then a little bath for herself, leaning her head over every few minutes to lick my fingers. “Ah!” I think, “She’s such a sweet, loving girl. Look how attached she is to me, look how trusting. Oh, how connected I feel to my new cat.”

Then she leans her head over and studiously licks my freshly washed cotton pants for at least 30 seconds. Lick, lap, lick, lap. “Candy?” I say, “Have I just been outdone by my sweat pants?”