Smoky Duck doesn't care that I've had a knot in my back since last night.
It matters not to Mr. Duck that no amount of stretching or massaging will assuage the pain in the slightest, and in fact, it's simply migrating further towards my tailbone.
He does not consider it his concern that even the sight of anything but a straight-backed wooden chair now makes me wince at visions of stale, salty pretzel spines.
All that my little cat knows is, I'm lying on the tiled floor while he's curled up on the sofa.
As it should be.
It matters not to Mr. Duck that no amount of stretching or massaging will assuage the pain in the slightest, and in fact, it's simply migrating further towards my tailbone.
He does not consider it his concern that even the sight of anything but a straight-backed wooden chair now makes me wince at visions of stale, salty pretzel spines.
All that my little cat knows is, I'm lying on the tiled floor while he's curled up on the sofa.
As it should be.
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