Look at him sitting there, five feet away from me, all smug and content, chomping on grass like it's his. Doesn't he know that that is MY grass? I eat it, come inside, and throw it up on the carpet. That is how things work around here. He's stealing my food, right from under my nose.If only this invisible wall wasn't in the way, I'd get that rabbit. And I'd make him pay: we'd cuddle until he couldn't cuddle anymore. Then we'd play. Then nap. Then cuddle. Then I'd make him leave so he wouldn't take away any of my attention.
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