"MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW."
There's a cat on my lap now. "Go on, move it. I'm trying to do my Bio homework." I say.
"MRRRRRRRRRRRROW." He stands up and rubs his tail in my face. I push it away.
"Come on, man. I know you don't like the pig but you've gotta get used to it sometime."
A large pair of green eyes stare directly into my hazel ones. "MRRRRRRRRRRRROW." I give in and start petting his head.
"I get it, cat. I'm not all that huge on having a pig in the house either. " I say. He rubs up against me and I sneeze. I'm allergic to cats, but that didn't exactly stop my family from getting one. Mabel was at the animal shelter and "fell in love" with the 25 pounds of fat and hair on my bed. He's a big cat.
"MROOOOOOOOOOOOOW." I stopped petting him and so he decided to whine.
"Attention-hog." I say, and realize that not only is he being remotely neglected by my sister but that he's been replaced with an ACTUAL hog. "Sorry." I start petting him again and trying to write at the same time. I chew on the end of the pen and eventually I get the terrible taste of ink and cat tail in my mouth.
"Gross." I say, pushing the cat's tail away from my face and spitting a large glob of blue into the garbage can by my bed.
The cat's getting needy. He's trying to get me away from my homework.
"No. Leave me alone." I say, trying to get back to the stages of mitosis. There's a tail in my face again.
"Stop." I say, pushing him away from me. He tries again. Oh my GOD this is getting to be annoying.
"MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOW."
"Dam-" I start, and Mabel walks in the room. "Beavers." I say, hoping she'd think I was talking about beavers and not swearing at the cat.
She walks over to the bed. "TWINKLEPAWS! There you are, you silly goose. I've been looking everywhere for you!" she says.
Now I understand why the cat's giving me a "HELP ME!" face. She's squeezing him so tightly that if he were a piece of fruit he'd have exploded by now.
She puts him down. "What'cha doing?" she asks me. I hold my binder up to my chest.
"Science. Beavers." I say. She tilts her head sideways.
"Okay." she says, walking out of the room.
I put my binder down and immediately there's a cat on it again. I sigh. There's no getting rid of this thing.