|What? You're sick? You still can't have my couch.|
As he gets older, I seem to be less and less important in his life. He still sits on Ken's chest when Ken is in his easy chair and purrs and purrs. It's almost embarrassing. No -- it is embarrassing for both of them. Ken, who was never a fan of cats until I forced his to get Neko, coos at him and speaks sweet nothings into fuzzy little ears. Honestly, Ken, people are starting to talk.
|I don't care how hot your finger is, |
I still am not going to kiss it.
It occurs to me that if Neko was a human male, I would never put up with this abuse. But he still has my heart. Alas.
Someday, I hope to get a cat.
|Sick? Big deal. Where's my lunch?|