life, the universe, and donna

Sometimes I also have conversations with Liam. This could also be titled “How I spend my days off”.

Cat: *poke*
Me: What?
Cat: Love me.
Me: Not right now, I’m busy.
Cat: *poke*
Me: WHAT?
Cat: Loooove me.
Me: Fine. Come sit on my lap. Asshole.
Cat: *poke*
Me: FOR THE LOVE OF PEANUT BUTTER, WHAT? I already said you could come up!
Cat: Loooooooove meeeeee!
Me: *picks cat up* Is that better?
Cat: Yes.

…time passes…

Cat: Do you like my butt?
Me: No. Please take it out of my face.
Cat: I could put it on your hand.
Me: No, that’s not much of an improvement.
Cat: I could lick it. Right here. Would that improve it?
Me: Please do that somewhere else.
Cat: But I’m right here. It seems so convenient.

…time passes…

Me: About that butt-in-the-face thing. I thought we agreed on no?
Cat: I think this is a good place for it.
Me: It’s not.
Cat: It is a pleasing butt.
Me: It’s not.
Cat: I think I’ll leave it here.
Me: Oh, you are so not sitting on my lap anymore. *punt*

…time passes…

Cat: Why am I no longer in your lap? Do you not love me?
Me: No.
Cat: *poke*

Lather, rinse, repeat.