Leave back feets

I like sitting next to my hooman...sometimes.

Or laying next to him...allowing him to give me belly rubs.

Sometimes he strokes my head too, and gives me ear scritches.

But there's one place he doesn't have my permission to touch — my back feets.

I don't like it.

He knows I don't like it.

If he touches them, I'll either pull them towards my belly...or I'll bunny kick him.

He knows the rules — it's up to him to obey them.

 

 



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