The mouth that roars

This is my pet Lefty's mouth. This is the mouth that has given me hundreds of bloody bites. This is the mouth that I, regrettably, raised from a kitten to be hellfire. This is the mouth attached to the body that snuggles up to me at night. This is the cat who runs away when he sees me on crutches. This is the cat who greets me at the door every night wanting dinner and a hug. This is the cat who stirred me to laugh after Christine called him a prick. This is the cat who falls asleep on his back and snores. This is my friend. This the mouth I feed.