When I first got home he was just screaming and screaming at me. I went to try and pet him or pick him up and he would run just out of reach, screaming all the way. I ended up following him, hunched over, arms extended, all the way in to the bathroom where he went under the sink.
I gave up and stopped paying attention to him. About two minutes later this is where he was. You can't tell but he was obnoxiously flipping his tail, while otherwise looking completely dead.
And he doesn't even know about the little errand I am going to do tomorrow. He's going to be even angrier!
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