Cat vs. RSD

The cat owns me. I am most definitely his favorite.

What this means is that when I am home, he wants to possess me. The usual routine is when I get home, I pick him up and he proceeds to climb up on my right (bad) shoulder, then he heads across and covers both shoulders, like a stole.

Then when I sit, he needs to be near me, which results in this:
It doesn't matter where the leg is, he will force his body next to my leg. He doesn't care that it sends my nerves into overdrive. If I move, even while he's sleeping, less than a minute later, he is velcroed once again.

So, I wised up and moved my left leg, placed it out of his reach and thirty seconds later, this is what he did IN HIS SLEEP:
I don't think he understands, and I don't have the heart to tell him it doesn't feel as good for me as it must for him!


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