Butter wouldn’t Melt

Or would it …

Ever been taken in by that false sense of security, you know, the kind where adoring bliss comes before the tumultuous storm?

When they’re so tiny, soft and full of licks and cuddles, you couldn’t imagine the monster lurking below the surface?

Damn lucky they’re cute and damned lucky you love ‘em! They’re worth all the chewed clothes, cords and holes in the couch, surely … aren’t they?

Always.