
The human slave shifted her weight from foot to foot and stroked my fur as my motor ran. I peered over her shoulder.
The door to the smelly vet clinic opened. My claws twitched. A dog. This one I can take.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
I’m not. Who invited you? This is a moment between us.
John leaned over and kissed my human on the cheek.
“Here, let me carry Blackie. It’s just a shot.”
Don’t even think about it. Don’t you dare touch me! Her, I like. You, NEVER.
John reached out, invading my space.
Propeller paw activated.
Bitch slap!
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Disclaimer: Just a bit of feline fun. I’m a cat lover and find their behaviour quirky and sometimes human-like.