I like to be hugged.
My mom cradles my head like a baby or a football.
Whenever my mom or dad catch me after I have been licking a bald spot into my fur, I give a wide eyed blank stare.
I peed. I ate. I pooped. I scratched it up.
I have my favorite squeaky ball close.
My music channel is playing.
My people are talking to each other.
I'm ready for my breakfast nap.
Nap as often as you can.