Attention please...

I like maximum fuss.

It's important that I get this as often as possible.

I deserve it.

So I don't like it when my hooman is distracted by things other than my fluffy self.

Earlier, he was watching the big, bright screen, without paying me any attention.

I wasn't happy about this.

I jumped up onto the table in between him and the screen.

Then I walked along it, until I was sure I was right in front of his eyes, blocking his view.

This forced him to look at me, at which point I let out a cute, squeaky meow...then I blinked slowly at him.

He made a huffing sound, then stroked my back, patted my head, and gave me ear scritches.

After this, he said 'Happy now?'

I wasn't...so I stayed where I was.

 


 

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