Pandora's Box

When I first adopted my cat Ebi, I thought for sure he was the reincarnation of a dirty old man. He was obsessed with kneading my breasts. I finally learned to keep his claws clipped! After flipping him the other direction every day and night for a couple of years, he learned to instead enjoy the pleasure of having me spoon him as we both slept.

We now have a new cat - and guess what? Apparently she also likes to knead breasts. You'd think I'd learn to stop sleeping in the nude. I covered my breast with the sheet to keep her claws off, but as soon as I fell back to sleep, she managed to slide her paws under the covers and within a minute, I felt a prickly cat tongue. So what is it with cats? Are they that in tune to where milk comes from that they can so easily translate the anatomy onto humans? Or do I seem to be a magnet for kinky kitties?