They talk to me in their high-pitched baby voices and think I’m so cute. And I play along. I purr and swipe at my face with my front paw. That makes them laugh, and they call me things like ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ and ‘cuddly’. But none of that matters to me. I’m here for one reason only. I lurk and stalk and wait all day for one thing only. To torture that dog. It takes patience and skill because the dumb humans are always getting in my way. But when I walk in front of his window at just the right moment and it sends him into a mad craze, I swell with delight.
I scamper away triumphantly and wait for another opening.
