Not in the macho, exaggerated sense of power, I-have-the-right-to-dominate way. Heaven forbid. But in the confident, determined, strong in mind and body, his-men-all-respect-him way. Plus he isn't happy unless he's building something.
So why, when our calico cat sweetly mews to go out, does he immediately go to her and ask in a falsetto voice, "wassa matta hannah babyyyyyy?" "you wanna go plaaaayyyyy?"
And why does it make me adore him?
Liz Fulcher, The Fragrant Muse