Dougy stops by with some expectations. I know (he does an annoying whiney thing…) that he wants some heavy “scritching”! Hey! That’s what I live for, eh, Dougley?
“Thy wish is my command, Mr. Cat!” I give Dougy his wish.
Andy sees this “scritchfest” going on and gives me the “Sad Kitty Eyes That Rip Your Heart From Your Chest And Make You Wish You Were Never Born You Are Such A Terrible Person” look. Well, no way to ignore that, eh?!
Andy’s front paws flex in anticipation of what’s next: Aw, yes! The eye thing still works!