Has been engaged in a vast operation, the primary objective of which is to drive me batshit fucking nutz, for the entire afternoon. The technique involves running in mad circles around my feet, whining and chirping and trilling and biting my ankles relentlessly, for approximately 10 minutes, followed by 5 minutes of standing next to me pawing and gnawing at my thighs and elbows. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
Unfortunately, the furry beast failed to achieve her directive, because I just spent 20 minutes vigorously rubbing her until she was hopelessly trapped behind a deadly force-field of static electricity.
"I'll get you next time, Two-Legs!"
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