My cat Ruby, a plump orange tabby, loves to bite me.
"Cut it out," I cry.
"It's just a little love bite." She biffs my hand with her paw.
"It hurts! You've got fur to cover your skin, but I don't."
"Just a little nibble," she purrs.
I consider. "If you break skin, I'm going to holler."
She hates it when I holler.
The last time I hollered, she hid under the bed.