Today has been such a hard day for Striker.

First I was here, on a day I’m usually at work, ruining whatever plans he may have had.
Then I kept getting up and down from the living room chair, ruining his afternoon nap, because of having to do things like switch loads of laundry, go to the bathroom, make something to eat. Ya know, normal things for me but useless activities from his point of view.
To make everything even worse I had the nerve to leave the apartment, without his permission, to buy groceries. I took longer than normal because I chose to walk to the store instead of drive, something I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want to face his wrath.
Now I’m back and instead of immediately settling down so he could cuddle on my lap I made dinner, and insisted on eating it! So rude I know. This of course delayed his evening nap.
Seriously harsh day for him.
For me though it wasn’t so bad, I did get to end it with a slice of homemade carrot cake which was delish.

I will of course pay the price for eating the cake instead of providing cuddles, most likely punishment will come in the form of being jumped on in the night but hey, we lose an hour of sleep tonight so one less hour for Striker to get his revenge!
He is obviously questioning your sanity. Did you REALLY think this chair, heating pad, and blanket are yours?
I should have known better than to think i owned any of the belongings I generally refer to as mine. How silly of me!