I was reading the Sunday newspaper one afternoon when Kelly began to "ask" me to take him outside. He lurked around my feet, meowing for several minutes, but I only told him, "Sorry, big guy, I'm reading." Kelly looked at me a moment, then jumped on my lap, purring mightily. I put the paper aside on the end table next to my chair and started to pet him. He immediately got up, hopped over to the end table, and sat down on the newspaper. Kelly then looked at me and meowed, as if to say, "You're not reading anymore. Now take me outside." |
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