My cat walks across my stomach on purpose.
Stick a foot out of the blanket, and she attacks my toes and runs away.
Whenever I stand in front of the fridge, she rubs against my legs, so I give her some bonito flakes.
She sniffs them and leaves.
When I open a fresh pack, she comes back and starts rubbing against me again.
I eat the old bonito flakes in my miso soup.
It was another peaceful day.
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