The flirt

Truth is a great flirt.

- Franz Liszt -

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I had to have the talk with Cleo today and she wasn't overly impressed. I tried to be stern, stay on topic, but of course her super-cuteness made that difficult. She looked at me with those eyes and was purring all the way through. That might have had something to do with the fact I was nuzzling her face with mine throughout the talk...Hey, don't judge me I can't help if I love my cat more than I like most people...But the talk had to happen and I pushed on despite the snuggles, purring and nose-kisses.

I had to discuss the topic of flirting with the little princess as she's been a rather flirtatious little girl lately.

You see, there's fellow that comes calling almost daily, a rather handsome chap I'll concede. Dark, deep, alert and attentive eyes, a rather fit looking body, infectious and disarming smirk and a certain confidence that draws attention. No, I'm not describing myself here, I'm talking about the cat. I call him Felix although I don't know what his real name is. He pops over to see Cleo, is infatuated with her. I get it, she's cute...But she's my little bubs and I don't care if he stands below the balcony and serenades her...He's not coming in and she's not going out.

She's always shown interest in the little fellow - he is quite an engaging and ruggedly handsome chap - and when he comes over she races to the window and sits there making eyes at him. I wrote a post about it a little while so you can scroll back if you wish. The thing is I caught her making googly eyes at him a few days ago and again today...Hmm, trouble is brewing.

So...I'm a man and am not impervious to flirtation from the right person of the opposite sex. It works on me. Having said that, I am very choosy about who I let into my inner circle and some sexy flirtation isn't enough to break through the shield wall - it takes more. But yeah, I know when it's happening usually, what it looks like, and how it feels to be on the receiving end of it, so I knew what Cleo was up to.

When I saw Cleo at the window with Felix I was horrified! My sweet little bubs, shakin' it for that naughty devil-cat? What fresh hell have I entered!

Felix, of course, sat outside, smug look on his face as if to say, yeah girl, work it, shake dat ass for me.

Hmm, maybe he didn't think that at all, but in my head it was something like that. I also thought, where's my shotgun. Ok, I didn't actually think this because I love cats, but I thought it sounded good for this post. I watched him watching her and I swear the Bazzi song mine was playing in his head! I could see him there watching my innocent little girl's flirtations thinking about sex therapy. Fuck it, where's my shotgun, I said out loud!

Anyway, I didn't end up blasting that little romantic fucker into oblivion. He ended up bolting back over the fence and Cleo went back to her spot on the couch which is where I took this picture. I used the opportunity to give her the talk.

The short story is the talk wasn't as stern as I would have liked. She looked at me in the same way you see in the photo above as if to say, yes dad, I know flirting with Felix is bad blah blah blah. Something tells me I'm fighting a losing battle here.

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You know I'm joking right? I didn't give her the talk at all. It's actually really cute watching these two little fluffy things make eyes at each other. Cleo gets depressed when he doesn't come over and sometimes she's asleep. If I see him and she happens to be sleeping I pick her up to show her but sometimes sleeping is more important.

So anyway...Flirting...What's your style? Do you have a signature move? (I mean with humans now folks). Talk to uncle G-dog, tell me your flirty secrets if you dare.