Look, just because I'm napping in the living room, that's no reason to get Buddah out of the Younger human's room and take him into the big bedroom with you. That's MY turf! That's my window perch, my litterbox, and my fuzzy blanket in there. I do not want Buddah funk all over my fuzzy blanket.
Besides, maybe I want to jump his bony little butt. He wants to play, I'll play. I'll play until he's crying like the little girl he really is deep inside. You did see who was running from whom last night? Big brave Buddah is only so brave when he's the one on the attack. Open the door and let me at him!
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