Furriends, it's a lovely Caturday here. A bit chilly outside.
But there is one thing.... WHY do hoomins have the hardest time
resisting my furry tummy? She keeps rubbing her face in my warm, orange
floof, disturbing my rest. Does this look like a tummy to take liberties with to you ?
I don't understand it. If not for this... intrusion.... I'd be happily