I think I love my flatmate a little too much.

Over Christmas, there was a lot of company.

Affection.

Stimulation.

Shaggy Dog was present.

Shaggy Dog keeps his distance.

Sensible.

I, however, briefly remembered that I am a predator.

I loved my human so much that I bit his nose and drew blood.

As you can see, this was immediately regretted.

I do not enjoy the metallic taste.

I have never truly been a hunter.

Dry food is vastly superior.

My human, despite this, has no boundaries.

He loves me anyway.

Even though he went to work with a scabby nose.

Even though I look slightly shocked by my own behaviour.

In conclusion:

Instincts happen.

Love is confusing.