intention denied

All the important stuff was looked after. She was fed. He was fed and I was fed.

We’d all had our go at our respective litters. What more is there to life?

Me of course.

She, the regular jane, was fidgety. Although not quite at the level of cat-boxing imaginary moths in the corner, she could use a bit of cat-care.

As soon as she sat down to check her email, I nabbed her. I grabbed that opportunity and catted her solidly, leveraging all my weight and intent against her intent to be busy.

Show over. She was out for the count in under 2 minutes flat.

(Don’t worry I only use my sedative powers for the sources of good.)


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