Look at that. His very pose and demeanor violated me.
In that horrible instant, I felt like Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate, trapped in a bedroom with an unwelcomed seducer. I still do not know what my cat’s intentions were on that ill-fated afternoon, but I shudder to think of the possibilities.
How can things ever be the same between us after this? How can I look my cat in the eye? I may not have been molested, but what happened was at least in the same ballpark.
If you need me, I’ll be in the basement, huddled in the crawlspace under the stairwell.