Carlos Tells a Story

I want my mama.

Just with me, that's all.

Not at the computer. Not on the couch with the knitting and the hockey game on TV (and don't think I don't know it's a rerun; I may be a cat, but I know they don't play in summer).

Are you still there?

Where you belong? By me?

Thwack.

I'm not staying here without you. You belong here, with me. I'll follow you.

Raow!