In order to punish the man and woman for laughing at me, I decided to withhold all physical attention for a month.
Was it the two of them begging for my love after a matter of hours? Was it the weak and foolish people needing my presence to fill their lonely, pitiful lives?
No. It was me. I caved. Alright!? I couldn't take it any longer, and after only a few days, too. Tonight at bedtime I found myself rolling around, reaching out my paw toward the man, and (I shudder to say it), batting my eyelashes.
I'm not even sure if cats HAVE eyelashes!
Worse still, the pleasure I derived from being crooned over and adored (by both the man and the woman... at the same time, no less) still lingers, even above the self-loathing and disgust that now has risen like a bad hairball.
Dare I say it? I think I, I... I like being petted.
Who have I become?
-Princess
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