Our cat, Frenzy, does not get subtleties. Hell, she doesn't even get blatantlies. She comes stomping up to get on my lap no matter what is going on. She ignores 'no', avoiding eye contact so that she can claim she didn't hear. She climbs right back up when placed on the floor or even on the chair beside me. No, no, no, you, my dear cat-food-giver-person, you just do not understand. I want on your lap. Nothing/no one stops me. I am Frenzy. That is my lap.
Book? Put it down. Computer? Put it away or risk cat butt hairs in the keyboard. Personal choice? Does not exist in your relationship with me. Silly human girl...
I ask George to hold her or distract her so she doesn't crawl on me when I am not in the mood. At seven pounds, she is too much for him. Imagine. The two of them are like two less-than-well-behaved kids who double team mom.
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