One day Lamont was lying basking in the sun as it streamed through
the living room windows slightly dozing, baking his little cat bones. In the
midst of his afternoon reverie Pawline came wandering into the room walked over
the Lamont and then began licking his head with sisterly affection. After two
licks she then pounded him on the head with two quick thumps.
Lamont leapt to his feet scowling and meowed, “What did you do that
for Paw?”
“It’s a feminine prerogative,” replied Paw calmly and strode away
with great aplomb.
“Females,” snorted Lamont and lay back down. Then he reflected on a
times he had clouded and perused Meugh’s mind along with other human male
servants. Then he scoped the minds of male dogs and other male species.
“Hmmm,” Lamont thought to himself. I do believe I have discovered a
sex link characteristic that other sociologists and psychologists have hereto
overlooked. This behavior of the female of a species showing great affection
and then pounding upon their male friends is a regular phenomena, if not
predictable. Females are never predictable. Sometimes they just pound on a male
as a show of affection, or so it appears.
“I wonder why it is when the so-called gentler of the species,
whatever species feel it is perfectly proper to show affection by beating and
hitting upon the male counterparts.
“Females, go figure,” said Lamont as he lapsed into another snooze
in the sunlight.
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