I Think My Humans are Talking About Me

Our male human looks at our other human, “Why are you feeding Suki so early? Dinnertime isn’t for another hour?”

“I know, but he won’t stop meowing, and the guilt is killing me.”

An hour later…

“Honey, Suki is asleep on my feet. Can you hand me that remote?”

And later still…

The male human narrows his eyes and asks, “Why are you sitting in that weird position? It doesn’t look comfortable at all.”

“It’s not, but Suki is still curled up on me, and I don’t want to disturb him.”

“Dear, I hate to say it, but I’m pretty sure you’re his bitch.”

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