Poor Tyson! He came thundering up the stairs on Saturday, expecting to get a little bit of ear scratching and treat giving time in. Unfortunately for him, he met me at the door as I was heading downstairs to leave.
At the bottom of the stairs he started his pitiful meowing. I turned around and there he sat, staring at me with his hurt wittle kitty feelings. He makes me feel so guilty sometimes.
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