Look deep into my eyes. You are under my control. You will kneel down and pet me, slowly going with the grain of my fur. You will rub my cheeks and scratch under my chin. You will tell me what a very good cat I am. You have no will. You have given all power to me.
When I bite you to tell you I've had enough petting you will forget everything that has happened. Then you will go downstairs and put tuna in my bowl.
Please be sure to visit the 114th Carnival of the Cats and this week's Friday Ark.
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