Sometimes I wish my Orange would do this. He doesn’t accept a lack of attention; just fundamentally refuses it. No, no. He creates the attention he desires by yelling at me and waving his silly little ginger paw in my face (I once taught him how to high five and now that’s his protocol for getting what he wants). And I’m a fucking simp for this ridiculous orange so it works and I carry him around like a baby, just like he wants.
Oh gods, my fluffy dumbass does this, too. Not getting attention? He’ll walk over to the Lego and just raise a paw. Not enough? Swipe and knock a minifig flying. If that doesn’t work he just jumps onto the art table and sends pens everywhere.
Even when carrying him around like a baby (are there any gingers who actually enjoy being carried or held like a normal cat?) if he thinks my attention isn’t sufficiently on him he’ll reach one paw up and tap me on the nose for boops. See if I ever teach him anything else.
See if I ever teach him anything else.
Right?! I brought this mess on myself and I’ll be damned if I make that mistake agai-- I should teach the cat to use his paws to open doors, that would be so cute!
And so it came to be that nineninenine succumbed to the ginger colored will of their master
Always, every time. He’s the prince of this household, and the worst part is he knows it. 😅
All I can think of is this
