Disturbed

It's very important that I keep up my regular cleaning routine.

I must wash my fur at least twice a day, so that it looks shiny and retains its catty scent.

This involves lots of licks and lots of concentration.

I also need peace and quiet, and space, in which to do this.

I was having a good old wash in my hooman's napping quarters.

All was going well, and I'd moved from concentrating on my side bits to concentrating on my belly.

Then my hooman came in and squealed 'Frankiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! Look at that gorgeous fluffy face!'

This completely stopped me in my tracks.
It threw my attention.

I stared at him.
What did he want?

He walked out of the room again.
Weirdo.

But it was too late.
He'd disturbed me.
I couldn't remember which bit I'd been washing.
So I had to start on my side bits again.

Idiot hooman.





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