Matt didn’t grow up around cats. He’s dating someone who just loves them, especially my cat Bridget, who I’ve had since she was a kitten. It’s been amusing to watch them interact. One time he very gently knocked her off the bed when he thought I wasn’t looking. Don’t worry she got him back. In March I begged him to give her a goodbye hug and she totally flipped out and bit him under the chin. I will say he went about it all wrong. He didn’t guard his face at all. Blood went everywhere. It wasn’t bad – just one of those shallow cuts that bleeds a lot. Still, we were all freaking because of the blood. Plus, I was panicking over the fact that I may have ruined their relationship before it really got to grow. I’m happy to write that when Matt was here this past weekend, both parties seemed to have forgotten about their past brawl. Sad she can’t be as sweet as the birds.