๐ One of our other cats would rub up against our legs and if we didn't pet her she'd stretch out and pretend to be dead.
That's what Midnight does. He throws himself on the ground and turns his tummy up to be rubbed.
When Toothless wants to be petted and I'm standing up he'll jump up so his head touches my hand so I'll notice him.
Awwww, cute.
*is drawing new outfits for my superheroes*
Yess, do it!
*has an idea for a Narnia fanfic*
*prods Nia to do comic!* ๐
I have to go; hopefully I'll be back later this evening.
GASP--SPUTTER--SCREECH--*crawls out of a pile of school books (and drawings ๐ )*
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
*bows* Now where are the people who are supposed to blow the trumpets when I come in? And where did the drumroll person go? *tosstoss* They must have been sick. Anyways, yes, I'm back. So you can all calm down, and stop your weeping. I've survived. *tosstoss* *bows again*