This is Sophie, diligently ignoring me, as I tell her she has to move, after she has jumped up in my office chair like she does every single time I get up for two seconds. We go through this same ritual a thousand times every day. I leave, she hops up, pretends to be sound asleep when I return and tell her she has to move, then I gently nudge her, and she whines pitifully as she evacuates, to which I reply: "I know, Sophs. It's a hard-knock life."
For the record, there is a four-level cat condo in my office, as well as a fleece-lined cat bed. But neither of those provide the lingering warmth of my ass, nor the opportunity to aggravate me.
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