i am sitting at my desk trying to eat breakfast. the Sleepy Bitch Disease is strong this morning. my mother has left the house to run errands. Charlie is doing Some Yelling. i'm like... buddy. just come in here and i'll pet you. i am so so tired. buddy please stop howling. yes, meow, i hear you, i love you, please knock it off. just come in here!!
he escalates the howling until he sounds like he is DYING. it is the most desperate sound i have ever heard out of him. i abandon my fried egg to see what the fuck is going on.
he's in the living room, completely fine, just sitting there next to a box. i say "what? WHAT was going on buddy?" and he goes :3 at me and hops into the box, then looks back up at me for approval.
he just... wanted me to see him jump in the box sldkfjghflkdsj
