I'm studying, but this thing doesn't make it easy.

I'm studying, but this thing doesn't make it easy.

At some point during the time since he decided that he was my cat, he's gotten REDONKULOUSLY spoiled. Rather than coming to chill with me when I'm in the living room, he now screams outside of my bedroom door until I come out in the morning. Then it escalated to me simply coming out not being enough; I must pick him up and hug and nuzzle him, or he bites my big toes when I try to walk by. He makes sure that I know he wants to be picked up by standing on his back feet and reaching for me. He's a brat, but a heart-melting one. 😍

When I sit down to have my tea in the morning, my lap belongs to him. And when I finish my drink, he gets the last few drops from my cup. The remainder of the day is me fighting to get him to accept a place on my lower legs so that I can study. He knows what it means when I get the Lappy out, so he does his best to get between me and it. Sometimes, I'll get him to snuggle like in the photo. Other times, he ends up with more than a cord on top of him. 😂😂😂

I really don't know how he got so rotten, but I guess it's ok. He's my little buddy, for better or worse.