I don’t think its funny when you wait for me to get all the way to the back of the yard before announcing “food food” (why can’t you just say “dinner” or “come and get it” or “get your feed bag on”, something sensible, and not the double word stupid talk), just so you can watch me skitter across the icy yard and then slide on my side, hitting the house in my fervor to get something to eat.
I don’t think “got your feet” is funny at all, and one of these days I will have your nose... in my mouth. You can just put it back on once I’m done digesting it.
I don’t think that using me for a pillow is funny, its my spot on the bed, I am using your head as a pillow, no fair getting up and using me for a pillow, its not cute.
I don’t think that standing right at the door and not letting me in so you can hear my cute screams of agony demanding to be let back in is funny. Open the stupid door so I can turn around and demand back out again in 5 minutes.
I don’t think its funny, nor do I want to see the huge tuft of my fluff that you’ve plucked off of my butt, so why do you insist on showing it to me?
Of course I want food, and my dancing around in starvation is not funny at all, so stop asking me if I want food and just feed me.
I don’t think that my sitting on your chest so you can’t breathe is funny, I’m doing it for a reason and you really should, after all these years, figure it out and stop laughing and saying that its cute (ok, its a bit funny to me when you start wheezing, but seriously, get out of bed and give me a treat before you pass out).