I wondered why I felt resistance while reeling this cable, until this little guy sprang from around the corner, where had obviously been attacking the end of the line. He just kept talking and talking to me, and he looked hungry. I decided he needed my sack lunch more than I did, and he voraciously attacked it like it was a pepperoni gazelle of the Savannah. Now, every time I reach down for a tool, he sneaks up and mashes his face into mine…. it sucks when being hungry for affection eclipses the need for food. Poor little guy.
