Safe

My hooman is driving me mad today.

Everywhere I go, he keeps coming up to me and saying 'You're so cute!'

Then he starts saying silly things in a squeaky voice:

'Jooooojsh! Jooojshy-jooooojsh!'

'You're such a schmoopie doopie poople face!'

'Look at that little floofy belly!'

He couples this with burying his face in my fur and making lots of 'mwah!' sounds.

I just want peace.

He can reach me on the bed.

He can reach me on sofa.

He can't reach me way down on the floor.
He's too old.
And too tubby.

I'm safe here.




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