Cats. The great manipulators.
Who can look upon me with such disdain, and me not feel offended?
When I’m eating, he acts as though he’s starving. When I’m working on the computer, he is dying for a little affection.
But what is June Buggie doing when I want to spend some time with him?
Here he is.
Or he’s too busy for me.
Ah, yes. He’s got me right where he wants me.