Romulus and Lollipop

One of my cats keeps tearing my flesh with his claws. Of course he's not to blame, I put my hand out when his tail is twitching side to side. That invites an attack and there's no use getting angry about it anymore. Instead, I give him a treat, and when he settles down I spend time with him on the kitchen floor. This usually holds his attention long enough for me to tell him how much I struggle each day and how I wish to bring him on the drives and walks and bicycle rides that have become my permanent model of proximal exploration in this age of fundamental misunderstandings.