You are finally awake after all of my encouraging meowing.
You tell me to stop.
Fine.
You dress and I watch you.
You tell me to go away.
Fine.
You eat your breakfast while I meow for mine.
You tell me to wait.
NOT fine.
I meow until you finally get up from your tea and give me dry chickeny goodness.
After you’re done I meow for some more.
You tell me no, that I am fat enough.
Fine.
I am sunbathing in my pot.
You come over and ask me to pose.
Fine.
You run downstairs and come up with a string.
I tell myself not to go for it.
I do.
I chase the string down the stairs.
You tell me to “Turn that frown upside down.”
Fine.
I eat some more.
Better than fine.
I recline by the fire.
You tell me to “Stop being such a cat.”
Sorry, but that is.
Just not fine.