I Have to HAND it to Them

Have you ever stopped to think about your hand?

To me it is enormous - about the size of my body and it comes whizzing out of nowhere to stroke me. Gives me the most terrible fright. It's like some unmanned spaceship making a direct hit on you. Well not on you - on me!

I was asking Max about it the other day and he said when he was young it made him so scared he ran and hid whenever two legs approached. He thought the "Hand of the Two Legs" was something evil until he grew up and found it generally meant affection.

I know they mean well but it is a bit off-putting. You think about it. When you are being stroked by your two leg friend it is like a very small part of your body isn't it. But when we are stroked by a gigantic hand it is like three quarters of our body.

Max said he quite liked being stroked with one finger at first. I think that's a pretty fair compromise. It doesn't apply to the little two legs of course becuse they have little hands and they don't scare so much.

I thought I would have a deep and meaningful blog today!