My cat's name is "Scrounch". The name is derived from a sound she made as a young 'un. The name has since mutated into all sorts of silly variations.
Sometimes when I reach out to scratch her and show her affection, she wraps her claws around my arm and scratches and bites the shit out of me. It hurts and I have no idea why she does it. But I still love her. She's a cat and she does what she does. Who am I to say otherwise?
That's love.
