Angel Trying To Love His Human to Death

He woke me up at least 5 times last night, pouncing on me and repouncing, seeking the perfect position in which to vigorously and enthusiastically knead the beloved fleece, and of course, the barely protected human underneath. My hands are covered with scabs, and this morning I noticed a large red sore on my face which was not a zit... And he is a big boy, too, even if not nearly as big as AreToo. (Maybe I should count my blessings.)