Neel’s Siamese was all over me as soon as I stepped foot in the house.
“What the hell!” Neel could not contain his surprise. The Siamese was rubbing itself against my denim-clad legs, meowing loudly. It sniffed at my fingers vigorously and started licking them when I bent down to pet it.
“He only does that to my wife!” Neel cried, voice coloured with envy and betrayal. As I rubbed the cat’s belly, I thought about how 40 minutes ago, Neel’s wife and I were in her office cabin having sex with clothes on.
I laughed. “Guess I’m a cat whisperer.”