everytime i get up out of my seat, cid thinks i am going to feed him and i am like ha ha loser i’m getting a glass of water. and then he’s all yeah well i’m gonna open this closet door by sticking my paw under it and pulling TAKE THAT! and i’m all pffffft and walk to the kitchen and cid follows me and i turn around then point in his face and yell SUCKER, NOW I’M MAKING ESPRESSO!
i think he knows i’m writing about him right now cos he just made a bunch of destroying the earth noises behind me.
like fuck cat i am not here to tend to your every whim. it may not look it but i have a life and you can scream-meow at me all you want it will not make me feed you any faster and you can sit as far away as you like and then every 30 seconds move a foot closer like you are stalking me or a derranged lunatic in a psycho thriller I AM BLOGGING RIGHT NOW YOU ARE SO FUCKING SELFISH!
