The animals are fed, the dog has been walked, and I’m eking out a few minutes on the couch before I have to get ready for work. I’m just about to go upstairs when Milo hops up on top of me.
Me: Milo, you’re going to make me late.
Milo: folds one paw under.
Me: Milo, why do you always time it like this? I’ve been here for 15 minutes and now you want to cuddle?
Milo: folds another paw under, completing cat-loaf position.
Me: Dammit, stop being so soft and cute at me. You’re going to make me late for work.
Milo: purrs a few bars of “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going.”
Me: Fine, you smug bastard.