Privacy please
I was having a wash.
I was having a good old wash.
I was getting to my front feets, then moving to my side, when my hooman walked in.
He tried to stroke my head.
I didn't want this.
He tried ear scritches.
I didn't want this.
I let out a long meow, to tell him to go away.
This was private time.
He needs to respect that.
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