Guard cat

I was on very important duties today.

I was on guard cat duty.

I stared at my hooman.

I watched over him.

I gave him gentle meows of encouragement.

I sniffed his legs when he seemed unhappy.

I made my fluffy belly available to him when he seemed stressed.

I sat on things that I felt were getting in his way.

I was a useful kitty.





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