I am lying on my bed watching a movie cuddling my gorgeous cat Frankie.
He nuzzles my hand. He purrs.
Such a magnificent connection.
Suddenly, he starts to bite me playfully. He spreads his claws and digs them into my hand.
I do my best to escape his playful wrath.
First the pain, then the blood, slowly extruding from the wounds.
There is some resistance to the pain, but none to Frankie.
I love him and it is in his nature to do this.
Why can I not do the same when those people around me whom I supposedly love, claw at me – it’s just their nature too, but I take it personally, I am hurt.
What is this madness that says I can only truly love an animal but not a person?