Oh, here I am again. I mean the Limbo brothers. Getting back to you with these pink pads. They are black on their tips, but that’s cause they are dirty. They were found abandoned near this business store. They look so noble these kittens. I am enthusiastic about taking care of them, it imposes on me a duty to serve because they are needy, in need, as well. I feel they could use all the couch they can. I started realizing their different sense of limits. Limbo 3 is clearly more ‘civilized’ and understands that he cannot engulf me, own me, get ‘all over’ me. The same does not hold for Limbo 2. He will come around behind my neck, sit down on my cheek, purr like a jet engine and so forth. Limbo 3 just keeps it at bay, sits on my lap, looking at me, trying to understand what I’m all about, while being careful about the trust he shows me. Limbo 2 acts as if he trusts me all the way already and feels ‘entitled’ so to speak to conquer me, demanding that I surrender every bit of me to him. That little crook with the clumsy mask on his face. That little creature that knows little of boundaries and much about pleasure, seeking it, and fulfilling it. He acts as if his cuteness is a tool : because he gives pleasure with his being, you owe him. You belong to him and to no one else. That’s why, it seems, he is more territorial with my lap. It looks there’s going to be struggle for that lap. Can two cats sit in one lap? Wouldn’t they have to learn how to share a given amount of lap affection and pleasure?
