I am already crashing up against him on the way home, seeking impact. He sees the aggression before we get inside, he probably saw it building hours before, and fed it quietly all night long... slipping scraps under the table into the hungry maw when I wasn't looking. We are still giggling and being silly as I push him police-style into the apartment.

"Only cuts and bruises, no permanent damage please!" he declares. He makes me laugh...