Take that Cat

So, I sat on Cat again today. I put my purse down on the coffee table. I let Cat rub, blah, blah, blah, my leg, blah, blah, my hand, blah, blah, blah. So Cat and I read some of my book for like 30 minutes. There was no bloodshed this time. Just rub rub. Then Cat resigned herself to the back of the sofa. I am still on guard and hope that Cat doesn't turn on me again. Hopefully, Cat won't sense my "reservation" and attack. When I stood up Cat started to meow a kind of sweet meow. She knew I was leaving. Cat tricked me into promising to return tomorrow with her sweet needy meow. Freakin' Cat.

Update:

Cat is still acting like she got some sense. We read some more Book. My mom once told me that she thought animals bossed me around because I'm about their height.

Update:

I've been visiting Cat everyday since the attack. So I skip a day and Cat hissed at me again. Cat and I had a "come to Je*u* meeting." I think Cat thinks I'm weird. Freakin' Cat.