A teenager, I read, Chinese do not kiss, they sniff.

It is so true.

I do not kiss her, I sniffed especially around her neck area.

Inhaling her scent yet not so much inhaling her scent,

as demonstrating my love for her.

She looked at me, a strange expression on her face.

As though she does not know what to make of it.

If I could read her mind, she likely was thinking.

What is this? How strange human kind are.

Ah that I could read her mind and communicate with her.

Alas, I am not an animal communicator.

And could only lay close to her, enjoying the feel of her furr.

My little furry baby or is rather furr baby.