Cuddling with Mr. F is so nice. He's really cute when he wants to be, before he notices that he's being nice. And then, suddenly, there's a glare off my fingernail, or maybe I twitched. I slightly shifted weight or, perhaps, nothing happened at all to trigger what's next. What is next, you ask? Utter attempted annhilation of basic appendages, is all. He has this thing where he bites my kneecaps. Due to some genetic misfortune, that's not exactly a place with many nerve endings for humans, or at least not this one, but pointy objects piercing my flesh, such as kitten teeth, still feel unpleasant. I hope science will cure this soon.