Not one to be bullied, I shooed him away, but he came back for a second helping, this time taking on the tender little pinkie toe. Again, I shooed him away. When I stood up to go take a shower he darted toward his food bowl with the bell on his collar tinkling in the quiet of the pre-children hours of the morning. I must admit, he's very savvy about showing me exactly what he wants.
I fed the cat again and went off to shower. By the time I got out of the shower, the boy was up and the morning routine had gotten the house buzzing. When my son got in the shower I sat down again to continue the book. Again, there was a gnawing on my big toe. My big toe is freakishly large, yet Spike had managed to encircle it in its entirety with his teeth. WTF? Why must I be denied a few precious moments of quiet? I get up at five in the morning so that I can ease into the day in quiet solitude, not to have my feet assaulted by razor sharp cat teeth.
Finally defeated, I stood up and he ran toward the front door. Again, I was appreciative of the fact that he was bright enough to ask for what he wanted, but hated the fact that he chose to get my attention in such a painful manner. I opened the door and let him out and he disappeared into the bushes like a secret agent.
I trudged upstairs to get dressed. I selected my clothes and laid them on the bed, sitting down to put my socks on. I immediately felt something cold and wet under my behind. I jumped up and turned around to find Brownie the Wonder Dog looking up at me with a soulful yet guilty expression. She had licked an area of the sheet about 12" in diameter, a habit that she has had since she was a puppy. She has always been a very "mouthy" dog. She likes to lick the couch, the bed, the rug, the floor. I find it repulsive, but I forgive her the habit because she is so wonderful in other ways.
I finished getting dressed and got ready to go, feeling like I really needed another shower to get all the animal spit off me. As I opened the door to leave, Spike darted back into the house. Brownie, hearing the bell on Spike's collar came running to greet her kitty friend. She did this by (gently) putting Spike's entire head in her mouth. Spike returned the favor with a nuzzle and a lick of Brownie's chest. I walked out the door feeling great. I had immediately gone from feeling like a like a toesickle to feeling like an appreciated friend, even if I was a friend whose toes probably smelled like catfood.