Not listening

I is sitting in my hooman's napping quarters, relaxing.

Occasionally I has a wash, then I go back to staring at the wall.

My hooman keeps trying to bother me.

From the other room, I hear him say 'Frankie! Fraaaaankiiiiiiiie!'

I ignore this.
I want peace.

Then he comes into his napping quarters and squeals 'Frankiiiiiiiieeee!'

I ignore this too.

He makes kissy noises above my head.

He clicks his fingers.

He says 'You're so cute! Little floofy face!'

I continue to stare at the wall.

I have 256 muscles in each catty ear.
That's what they're for — ignoring silly hoomans.