Wait. Why is she still here? Did I not count the suns right? Nope just checked under her desk—two long scratches for the last two suns so this sun is a short scratch which means she leaves and come back later. But she’s still here. Hmm. Maybe she’s sick? She doesn’t look sick and she’s not still in bed so nope not sick. Is it one of those random long scratch suns? They always spring up on me. Nope she usually doesn’t go to bed like normal on those moons and she got up like a short scratch day today so nope. Hmm. I’ll close my eyes. Yeah I’ll close my eyes and when I open them she’ll be gone. Okay one, two, three. Shit. Still here. Listen lady there’s a schedule: you get up and feed me and then you leave and then I have the place to myself. I run my butt on your pillow. I lick the shower curtain. I order porn on your laptop or I would if I had thumbs. Obviously she’s forgotten.
“Meow. Mew. Mew, mew.”
“Hi Bud”
“Meow. Mew, meow, meow.”
“Don’t drink that.”
“MEOW!”
“Not now, bud. I’m working.”
Hmp. OK you are lucky it’s time for mid-sun nap. I’m going into my bedroom and when I get up you’ll be gone.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”
Damn. She’s still here.
“Mew”
“Come here, bud.”
Ok you can cuddle me, but if you think this will make me forget you are mistaken. You are cutting into my shower curtain licking time.
“Purr, purr”
“Love you bud. You are going to be seeing a lot more of me as we shelter in place. Well you always do”
“prrrrrr”
Ok fine, this is nice. I’ll forgive this one “extra” long scratch, but next sun you’ll get up and feed me and leave and I’ll be back to my normal schedule.
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