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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