Look at the menace in that cat's eye. Look at his claws, ready to swipe. Look at where he is: on a chair under the dining table, minding his own business. Do you think that stops you, Noah?
Nope.
You are relentless. Just look at your hands, fearlessly attempting to grab away at Happy. You can't tell from this image, but there are a lot of scratches on your hands. We are trying our best to teach you to be nice and stroke Happy. You don't listen. You love nothing more but to grab him in your crab-like grip and throw him off chairs. You also love poking him in the face, saying, "EYYEEEEESSSS!"
Happy doesn't like this. You don't like it when we tell you off. You don't get angry, but you become so tearful and terrified that you may have fallen out of favour with us that you spend the next few minutes clawing at us so tightly in a tiny Noah hug that you feel like you will never let go.
I'll be the first to admit that I have told you off on occasion just to get this reaction. It is adorable.
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