This Is Not A Game

Toby: *hops on lap, sticks butt in my face*

Me: *deposits Toby on the floor*

Toby: *hops on lap, plays with my fingers as I type*

Me: *deposits Toby on the floor*

Toby: *hops on lap, rolls onto his back onto laptop*

Me: *deposits Toby on the floor*

Toby: *leaps onto my shoulder, walks down my chest, puts his ass in my face*

Me: *throws Toby on floor*

Toby: *purrs madly, leaps onto lap*

Me: THIS IS NOT A GAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!!!!!!

Toby: *attempts to gnaw my nose*

Me: *throws Toby onto floor*

Toby: *purrs until he chokes, leaps on my chest, sticks ass in my face*

Me: *frantically throws edamame*

Toby: *catapults off my boobs, chases a new Harold as if his life depended on it*

Me: FINALLY. *goes back to work*

Toby: *leaps onto chest, drops edamame on laptop, sticks his ass in my face*

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!


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This Is Not A Game — 5 Comments

  1. Harold. I love it.
    Lyra likes to remind me that dust bunnies hide, so she gets herself into the strangest places & brings them to me.
    The worst was last week while I had the stomach flu. Lacy insisted on lying on my gurgling belly & chasing the noise. She weighs 12 lbs. so I promptly spewed every time. dammit. Throwing them off seems to encourage them … ?
    When you get mad, remember how bored we’d be without them.

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