“Our champion Scotty wrassler strikes again.”

She likes it. She really likes it.

She likes it. She really likes it.

The quote above is by my wife. I don’t wrassle with Muffy. I chase her around, the same way she discos with me at mealtimes, and mostly I let her go. Then, SOMETIMES, I swoop down and scoop her up for a two minute cuddle.

I grant you this picture seems like some kind of homage to Clockwork Orange or innumerable Satanic movies. But I ask you, who’s the Satan figure here? Me or the Scotty who loves me without being able to reveal it to another living soul.

She does rest content in my arms for about two minutes. We’re working on the endurance factor. It’s way up from the 20 seconds we started with in December.