“I don’t want your damn cuddles.” Jinx hisses, scowling as she willingly nestles herself deeper into your warm, cozy embrace. Fluffed out, floppy-tipped ears laying flat against her head, claws digging into your hips as you try and fail to pull away.

Just because she said she didn’t want them, doesn’t mean she actually didn’t. She was just being difficult, per usual.

“Hey— dont do that.” she grumbles, tail lashing about as she grows increasingly impatient. You’re supposed to know what she wants, when she wants it, and how she wants it. Always been a difficult kitty.

“I didn’t tell you to, so.. so don’t.”