I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ahem!
Me: What?
Stella: Ahem! Arrerrgh!
Me: There’s that noise again. Stella, what do you want?
Stella: You know.
Me: But I don’t.
Stella: I thought I made myself clear. Anytime you are staring at your folded papers…
Me: Reading.
Stella: Yes, or whenever you are staring at the little black box in your hand…
Me: Looking at my phone…
Stella: Yes, or when the little black box in your hand becomes a tiny picture box like the big Picture Box in the big room…
Me: Watching movies.
Stella: Yes. I thought I made it perfectly clear that while one hand is doing that other stuff, your free hand is supposed to be scratching and petting me.
Me: I do. I am. Sometimes I have to use two hands, one to hold the phone or book and one to write or type…
Stella: Unacceptable. The terms of our agreement are that one hand is always dedicated to me. Until you understand that, the ahems and arrerrghs will continue. That is all. You may resume your staring at your weird little box and resume petting and scratching me.
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