Pouncing

Ken has called me “evil” and “a sadist” – but I just see it as evidence that I love him and want to be with him.

I told him last night that there’s something about the fact that he’s laid up and sore and sudden movements are forbidden that makes me want to run in the room and pounce on the bed.

But I do know better.  I have more sympathy and wisdom than that.  Ken’s words to me were “now, how can I get you to want to do that once I’m feeling better?!”

And who knows, I probably will.  Problem is he’s usually not laying in bed every time I get home.  (And whether he’d admit it or not, when I’ve done it in the past, he whines and pouts).

All I know is, he’s making a great recovery and will be pounce-able very soon!

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