|Espresso, "I don't think so!"|
|Gus, "Another cop out trying to fix a color cast, eh?"|
|Gus, "You - the lady is trying to enjoy her dinner! Do you mind!?"|
|Charlie, "Cubist is the only way to even think about re-presenting disapproval."|
Good evening, Everybun!When I enter a room that becomes my room. So when my servant sat down in from of me, took to his tablet, and started scribbling something, I found it particularly annoying.
Everybun here knows I barely tolerate my hoomin servants. And so I take particular umbrage to anything my hoomin does that does not involve feeding yours truly or administering head rubs. Especially when there are brushes involved - of any kind! The ones meant to extract fluff from my mane, or the ones for producing a likeness of mine no matter how clumsy. Make no mistake about it - whatever the miserable sod attempts is clumsy, from brushing, to "dry brushing," to whatever.
When he's all settled down to start something - that's the best time to switch the pose. Turn your head, flop, turn around and show your duff. Or better yet, move to the farthest, darker corner of the room and puddle, so you look like a heap of dirty socks. The groans and lamentations will be priceless.
Good night, and good luck!