"It hates me."
I shake my head.
"No he doesn't."
My husband holds up a hand, bright blood dripping from four long scratches down the back of it.
"I hate to disagree, but yes it does."
I shake my head again.
"No, he does not- you are just too rough with him, Tarannon. He is not one of your hounds for you to rough and tumble with, after all- you need to be soft with him, to be gentle with him, to be..."
My husband rolls his eyes.
"Be gentle with it? The beast does not know the meaning of the word."
I say nothing but instead reach out and stroke my cat- my beautiful Mithmellon- behind his ears, just the way he likes me to. He rewards me with a most satisfying purr and flops over sideways, showing the soft white fur of his underbelly. I smile and run a hand over his most intimate areas, acknowledging his submission to me.
My husband scowls.
"Were I to do that the beast would have drawn blood."
"You just do not know him- just as he just does not know you."
My husband's scowl deepens.
"I do not want to know the creature- he does not know how to play fairly. None of my dogs would bite the hand that feeds them, after all."
With that my husband is gone and I am left alone with my cat.
He does not mind the tears that drop into his fur.
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