Charles Deserves Some Credit

Charles likes to play games, and normally I don't hold game-players in high regard. I admire straight-talkers and no-bullshitters pretty much exclusively. But I have to say that Charles does command a certain level of respect in one regard: he is always trying to start fights with me, and I could definitely kick his ass. I mean seriously, it's no contest, I would obliterate him. If I really let myself go, it would be a serious bloodbath. I'm scared to even think about what would happen. But despite the fact that I weigh at least fifteen times as much as him, he still goes after me. Sometimes when I walk past him he comes out with a sucker-swat, I imagine in an attempt to take my legs out from under me. I can't believe that he would actually follow through and rip out my throat, he'd probably just offer his ass to my face or something disgusting, but still, you never know. It's possible that he doesn't understand proportions, because he also attacks my hand as though it were a separate person closer to his size. WTF? He keeps trying to eviscerate my wrist. I'm sure his violence comes from latent self-esteem issues, but I just don't have the time to play analyst to a cat. Anyway, healthy or unhealthy, he's certain a courageous cat if he thinks he can mess with me, and for that I give him my props.