I flicked my tail lazily into the air, eyelids fluttering shut. The cooling fall air surrounded me as I yawned it in. Curling my tail around my body, I prepared to enter into one of my favorite activities: sleep.
“Brayden, have you seen Kit?”
“Yeah! She’s over there, underneath the bush.”
Loud footsteps sounded (did these humans have no concept of silence?) as I made a most valiant effort to ignore her. Hoping she would go away.
“Hey Kit!”
Stubborn human. I blinked my green eyes open slightly, not bothering to move from my position.
She had crouched down beside me – leaves crunching loudly, and had a happy expression on her face. As I observed, she reached out her hand and began stroking my fur.
Oh no. I knew where this was going. I was no fool, thank you very much. I knew the process: she would try and butter me up – by petting me, hoping that I would not refuse what would come soon after…being picked up.
Humans.
Despite my best efforts at restraint, I found myself enjoying it. Darn her stupidly smart human intuition.
She stopped.
I meowed in complaint, not appreciating this turn of events in the least. Reluctantly rising, I elegantly (and silently, unlike said human) walked over to her – sunlight shining on my calico fur.
Almost instantly, she scooped me into her arms – a jubilant countenance appearing. “Don’t be mad,” she stated, petting me as she did so. She grinned happily, kissing my head.
I pulled away in disgust.
“Oh, you know you like it.”
Like it, like it indeed.
Southern Dreamer 