Snobbery

Dammit Cat,

I know that you at least don't hate me as much as you lead on. I happen to know for a fact that you spent the entire day in your cat tree, and came down only when I got home. Granted, you ran over to me and brushed against my leg on your way past before pretending to play in the rug, but I know what it means. Last weekend, you spent an ENTIRE Saturday up on one of the cabinets and came down to brush against my leg before running to lay on top of the printer instead. See, you made a detour (barely) to acknowledge my existence! That means something, right? Right?? And sure you only let me pet you for two seconds before you wander off, but those two seconds are a sign of some sort. And you only are sweet to me when nobody at all is around to see, but... That's... That's you being shy, right..?

....Wait a minute. You give me these tiny gestures of affection, and then rip them away. You.... You're toying with me!

I'm on to you, cat.