This bitch won’t leave me alone.
This little kitty is going to be the end of me.
I can’t get any space to take care of my shit without this needy bitch clawing at me.
And if I confront her, banish her, punish her, then she turns to a pile of mush that I can’t resist.
I didn’t mean it.
I love you.
But this cat, you see, is like a devilish princess, constantly in need, wanting to play with my hair or help me with my work.
I tell her to stay away.
I am busy.
But she persists.
And when I want to play or snuggle or lay, she’s AWOL or she’s pissed.
Demon cat, take a hike.
Angel cat, I love you so.
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Saying it like it is. Interesting