BAHAHAHA.
Sometimes, when I won’t let him sit on my lap, Chester sits behind me on the chair. At first, I thought he was punching me, because I felt (or what felt like) his little paws hitting my back in rapid succession. I was like, GEEZ, YOU’RE SUCH A BRAT. But then it turned out he was scratching himself with his hind leg and I was just in the way.
Made my morning, really. Cause he’s so dang cute.
