Wednesday 21 September 2016

Not a hand

I like it when my human strokes my head, or my neck, with his hands. It's nice. It makes me purr. Sometimes I lean my neck into the hand that's stroking me.

But he tricked me last night.

I was at the end of his bed and was enjoying having my head and neck stroked by his hand. It made me do slow catty-blinks.

When I turned my head, I saw it wasn't his hand - it was something longer, and hairier... it was one of his feets.
This annoyed me, so I bit it.

My human said; 'Ow! Clive!'

I blinked at him.

That'll teach him to use his hands in future.

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