I mean, all I want to do is grab hold of big chunks of his fur and fat and pull on them, and he won't ever seem to sit still long enough for me to get to him. Wonder why?
The other day, he left the spot where he'd been sitting, so I crawled over as fast as I could to grab the fur he'd shed on the carpet, and was just thisclose to eating it when Aunt Tricia stopped me. She's a jerk, huh?
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