Lion’s new contact lens is in. I just have to go pick it up after work. He’ll be able to see again tomorrow. Woohoo. Now all I have to do is refrain from stepping on it. I’d get it right now if I hadn’t wasted most of the morning on an in-person meeting that didn’t really have to be in-person.
I think tonight I’ll try to get Lion interested in sex again. I certainly don’t mind snuggling. It’s always nice to be close. But I think he needs more than that, whether he wants it or not. Well, whether he realizes he wants it or not. I won’t force him to want sex, as if I could force him anyway. My point is we’ll give it a try and see how it goes. The worst that can happen is he gets his weenie rubbed for a bit. It usually feels good even if it doesn’t really respond. It’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, as they say.
While I’m in the neighborhood, giving him some oral attention, I’ll check to see if Lion needs to be waxed. I don’t know how long it’s been. We were on a once-a-month schedule, but I think the last time we went longer than that. Maybe his hair is growing more slowly now. Maybe he’s shedding his winter fur. He’s still a wild Lion. I have to look at the sore spot to see how it’s doing. It isn’t sore anymore, but there was a rough patch. I doubt it’s anything to worry about, but it can’t hurt to keep an eye on it. Besides, it’s in a spot I love to look at.