Andy just started to tend to his precious when I touched his raised foot. 

Fight or flight? Andy had a new decision to make!

“Flight? Heck no!“

He went back to his important kitty business of tending to his precious!

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I should know after years of living with my good kitty Andrew that I should leave him to his important kitty business, whatever it might be at the time. I don’t, though. Bad me!