Who knew one post could create so much controversy? Should I have punished Lion? Is he allowed to do something nice for me? Just what the heck is going on in the Lions’ den? I’ll let you in on a little secret. I really do have some idea what I’m doing. Maybe not at any one given time, but overall. It may take me a day or two to mull it over, but sooner or later it becomes clear. I’m not going to pretend I’ll make everyone happy, but everyone doesn’t matter as much (to me) as Lion does.
OK. Let’s start from the beginning. Lion came home from his business trip sick. He was coughing and tired. I’ve been battling a sinus-y thing too so we both pretty much slept last weekend away. At first I suspended the rule about spilling stuff on his shirt. If he’s not feeling well he might be more likely to be messy. Eventually I suspended all rules until Lion feels better. I also left him wild this entire time. Why make him worry about the inconvenience of the cage while he’s sick?
Then came the Christmas dinner fiasco. I was trying to do something nice for him. He wound up doing something nice for me. The only reason it was an issue is because it’s the end of the year and the end of the year sucks for me. The vacuuming thing was just thrown in there for good measure. I didn’t communicate well. Lion didn’t hear well. It was a collision of his cold and my YEF ( year end funk). It was a bigger deal than it should have been. Because I’d suspended all rules, and because YEF is my irrational issue, Lion should not have been punished for either thing.
I’m still fully in the middle of YEF and things are still bothering me way too much. Now that I recognize it, I’m able to put the brakes on it better than before. At least I think I am.
Despite all the chaos, I’ve still been edging Lion each night. He’s been very horny the past few days. Last night he was super hard very quickly. I’ve decided oral is my new favorite way to torture him. I recently figured out what to look for to get him just to the edge. When I’m using my hand, it’s easy to see signs. When my face is buried, the signs are fairly well hidden. So now I can tease him more effectively. And he loves it. Or hates it. A little of both.