Wednesday, August 31

norman. norman. norman. norman. norman.




mid-bath


Sometimes I wonder if my cats are hard of hearing...  I know that they just don't really care what I have to say, but I try anyways.  who wouldn't want to earn their cats love, especially Norman?  So as I sit on the other couch and stair at him I say....  

Norman.  

Norman..  

Norman...  

Norman....  

Norman.....  

nothing.

In-between somewhere calling his name, I scratch the couch with my nails in hopes to get his attention.  nothing...  Then I pat the seat as I am trying to trick show him into thinking that this is a very inviting space next to me, but secretly I just want to smother you with love.  But the moment I ask... "Are you hungry!?"  He almost gets whip lash and I have his undivided attention.  Someone needs to tell him that food is not love.  He probably thinks someone needs to tell that hoo-man that smothering is not love...

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