I got home all tired from work, right? So I plop down on the couch and turn the television on, pick up my laptop, etc. Then, my cat hops on and gives me that look that says "Move over!". So I do. In fact...I move over so much I'm half hanging off the couch. Then he curls up on the electric blanket that I failed to notice was on the couch in the first place. I know what makes him happy. So I get up, plug it in, and put it on a high setting. He starts purring like an engine. As if this weren't enough, he gives me that lazy seductive look that says, "Now pet me, bitch!". So I do. There I was about to fall off the couch, not able to type or play FFR because my dominant hand is dutifully petting my cat...and he has the luxury of more than enough room on the couch, an electric blanket, AND a good scratch behind his ears. He got bored of this quickly enough because after a few minutes he merely yawned, stretched, and walked away. I wish my life was that great. God I love him.
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