My cat loves milk, sometimes she makes a sound that sounds very similar to the word "Milk". I'm a sucker for lazy cat. Sometimes, I try and reason with her and explain to her that she's already had a little dish of milk today, but no, she seduces me with her little cat body and I have to oblige to her every whim.
Tonight, I was regularly raiding the fridge, when I felt a familiar furry tail brush on my calf. "Cat, you can not get any milk tonight." She looked at me with her pitiful yellow eyes, "Why are you doing this to me, Human?" she meows. I look down at her and close the refrigerator door and walk to my room. Cat trots behind my feet expecting a pass to enter my sub-zero temperature room. "Cat, no" I say, and she stops. I close my door and I lay in bed. Three minutes later, I hear a noticeable crash and her meows for help, I want to make sure that she's okay as her meows got louder.
Frantic, I opened my door. I see cat sitting in front of my door, with a very pleased look on her face. Embarrassed, I went to the fridge and got her some milk.
I am my cat's bitch.
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