Meow, my blanket seems to be missing and, as a consequent, my cat-nap has been disturbed.
This is supposed to be a bed of the snuggery, so return, with haste, my fleecy-boo.
As well, I require a saucer of milk and a mouse sandwich with extra mayo and a tail massage.
Yes, I am supercilious, you dolt, as I am a cat with only a sheet flat.
Listen to the mews between the purrs; they presage skin both scratched and bitten if one does not tend to bids of chilly kitten.
My cuddle-cover is in the washer-monster and will be unavailable for another ninety-three? Well, then, claws are released and ready for a shredding spree.
Oh, paranoia on your end is quite justified. I, though, remain pronoid, even as I must demand instead of expect, because I actually want to spoil me when I fall sleep to my adorablest reflection on the door’s mirror.
Grrr. I *was* cat-napping. But, mee-row, kit in the ca-brood-le is happening. Bring my warmth wrap right meow! Else, you will earn my roaring wrath and many a paw-pow! ; )