Three days ago Mojo the cat bit me. I was so mad that I wouldn’t speak to him for two days. Then he got mad at me and seemed to want to bite me again. I could tell! He looked hungry for blood! Today, he got in my lap and purred and I petted him - carefully.
Mojo doesn’t just get in my lap. He meows quietly first – sort of a croak. If I don’t say “scram,” he jumps up beside me so that his tail is in my tea or on my pillow. This is disgusting. Eventually, he steps onto my lap (or bladder if I’m lying in bed) to give me the go-ahead for some rubbing and scratching. I’m so honored by his presence that I obey. And anyway, I feel sorry for him because he’s so short on staff. Good help is hard to come by, you know.
Mojo doesn’t just get in my lap. He meows quietly first – sort of a croak. If I don’t say “scram,” he jumps up beside me so that his tail is in my tea or on my pillow. This is disgusting. Eventually, he steps onto my lap (or bladder if I’m lying in bed) to give me the go-ahead for some rubbing and scratching. I’m so honored by his presence that I obey. And anyway, I feel sorry for him because he’s so short on staff. Good help is hard to come by, you know.
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