At first, the cat perched on her head “making biscuits” seemed of little import. Kind of cute actually. The sweet-faced Siamese cat crouched on the back of the recliner, eyes closed in feline concentration.
She worked on The Girl’s blonde teenage scalp like an Asian masseuse, purring and flexing her paws with pleasure. She applied her wash cloth raspy tongue, teasing The Girl’s salty ocean-kissed mermaid hair into a stiff peak whilst the subject of her ministrations dozed below.
We all watched in bemused horror as the cat casually gnawed a hank of the hair completely off.
The cat smiled triumphantly.
