My human decided to “make content.” Which, from what I can tell, means talking to herself in strange outfits while I try to nap. Apparently, this was urgent enough to interrupt my day.
The Staring Contest
She stared at her phone. The phone stared back. Fascinating. I gave it ten seconds before I decided my paw needed cleaning more.
The Pre-Game Routine
Smile. Frown. Head tilt. Eyebrow raise. Honestly, it looked like she was trying to flirt with a toaster.
The Script Meltdown
“Hi, I’m—” pause. “Hi, I’m—” pause. If she says it one more time, I’m knocking the plant off the shelf. And the one next to it.
The Sudden Confidence
Out of nowhere, she’s confident — like she suddenly remembered she’s on the clock for my treat money. Talking to her phone like this is some big, important job.
The Big Finish
She ended with, “Well, that’s something.” Yeah — something I could’ve slept through twice.
She’s made plenty more videos since then. I allow it — mainly because this “content” thing keeps my treat jar full.
Carry on, human. And remember: I’m the one running this show.
xo (if I could write) — The Cat 🐾