Tater rolled onto her back, exposing her belly. I knew an order when I saw one. Bending over, I lightly scratched her exposed fur. She purred for a few moments. And then as if a switch had been flipped, she jackrabbit-kicked my arm as her teeth sank into my hand. “Shit! Ow.” I snatched my hand back. “Your love is a little violent for my taste.”
