Like soccer, kissing has snuck up on us. Now even “regular” people do it. You go to a dinner party and by the time you leave, you’re supposed to give people you just met that night a peck on the cheek. Well, worse things could happen, and often do.
Some people won’t settle for a kiss on the cheek and want one full on the lips. In a time of resurging drug-resistant TB, the deadly MERS virus, the H5N1-type flu and just plain icky-ness, what do you do? Recoil in horror? Scream, “What are you trying to do, kill me?” I don’t want to insult anyone, but I don’t want to catch the disease of the week, either. If you watch the news, we should all be walking around in hospital masks and bathing in Purell, not kissing each other.
Like everyone else on the planet, I’ve learned the art of social kissing. I’m just careful about it. Or so I thought. I picked up my cat the other day and rubbed his face with mine, and after a few seconds he stuck out his tongue and kissed me.
“Did you see that?” I asked Sue. “Wasn’t that cute?”
“Yeah. Very cute,” she said. “You wanna know what he was licking right before he kissed you?”
Turns out it’s true: A cat will land on his feet when you drop him from lip high.