This lady and I would purposly sit as close as possible on a couch, Kissy would leap up and plant her little ass between us and keep wiggling until she got there. Then she'd look up at me as if, FU Jack.
Jim, how sure are you that the Russian neighbor Yuri might not have tossed a spiked ball of meatloaf over the fence last night - hoping your ensuing depression might spark a quick sale of your house to his brother?