Night snacks...

Jazz, my little tiger, has a special way to let me know what he wants from me.
He just has to chew my ankles.
If he wants to play with me, he chews my ankles.
If he wants to tell me he's bored, he chews my ankles.
If he's happy, he chews my ankles.
If he's hungry, he chews my ankles.
If he had a row with Gigi, he chews my ankles.
...actually, my ankles are not very happy...