I sighed as I stretched out on my aunt's sofa and began channel-surfing.
As I flipped through the channels, one of her cats, the Russian Blue named Prissy, jumped onto my chest.
"Hello, pretty girl." I murmured as I absently scratched her chin.
When I dropped my hand, she purred and put one paw on the bridge of my glasses. I ignored her ploy for attention so she decided to chew the bridge of my glasses.
"Cut that out." I grumbled as I shoved her off my chest. She gave a loud meow as she hit the floor but quickly jumped up again, this time on my feet.
I shrugged as I turned my attention to the tv and the Pink Panther cartoon.
Prissy began to sniff my toes and I cringed when she began licking them.
"Eww! You're gross and your tongue is like sandpaper!" I hissed as I shoved her off the couch with my foot.
This time she stalked off with a twitch of her tail and I smiled in triumph. Now I could watch cartoons in peace.
However my peace was short-lived as a blue-grey streak bolted across the living room then launched itself at my face. Prissy pressed her nose to mine as she wrapped her paws around my head and began purring loudly.
"I guess this means you don't like being told to buzz off." I muttered as I switched off the tv and blindly reached for the cat toy on the coffee table.