When I got home from work the detective screamed in my face a little and then went and sat in the sink. The next thing I knew he was splayed out on the coffee table.
But we both knew where he was going to end up.
It's really quite uncomfortable when he sits on my lap because he's too large and too restless. He digs his claws in to my legs to steady himself while vigorously rubbing his face against the edge of the kitchen counter. It's annoying at best and painful at worst.
We're best friends.
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