I am bored. I wander over to the idiot, who is laying on the livingroom floor. I lick his face. Hard. This is to let him know that I am ready for him to lavish grooming attention on me, for I must maintain my handsomeness. He washes my face and neck, then he bites my eye. Now I am mad. I smack him up side the head. He smashes my face. He bites me again! So I bite him in the chest. He is such an idiot. We box. He may be taller than me when he sits up, but I am much bigger and do not fall over. Fur flies in tufts around the floor. He tries to push my face down with his paws. Then he jumps and runs into the corner. He is such an idiot. I do not care. I am bored again. Maybe there are things in the kitchen I can knock over...