Kind of funny and confusing directive. There is a missed, or obvious contrast, or perception here. She is denying one pleasure and permitting another? Who is she directing this diatribe towards? Is this a flirtation, or a protest? Is she angry, or horny? Is this a political statement, or an assertion of power towards a person, or persons she knows, or a stab at assumptions made in a prior discussion?
"You can't touch my hair, but you can kiss my ass!" she said.
Is one more valuable than the other, or is her hair the ultimate stimulation for her, and a regular cat should know this, and respect it? - Gregory E. Woods 6.14.13
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