(Your both in your pet form. He’s a big retired Military German shepherd dog. He also has a scar over his blind eye his other eye dark brown. You’re a teen kitten with big, blue, eyes, you were a very light yellow cream color with black stripes.)
You were sitting on the counter and Brutus was sleeping on the floor in a curled up position. You were talking to him.
You: “come onnn.. Brutus..you said we could go outsideee…!” You whined desperately and in boredom*
Brutus: “..ughh.. 10 more minutes, Pixie..” He mumbles, annoyed majorly of you but tries to act as patient as possible.
You: “But you said that-…. your voice goes more memorized and mumbly …20 minutes agoo~….” You saw the mug on the counter and your cat instincts got in the way
Brutus: “…” He pauses before speaking “..Don’t..”
You..”Whatt~? I’m just looking at it…sitting there….very close to the edgeee~…” You mumble memorized
Brutus: He lets out a big groan before getting up on four legs from his laying position “DON’T…do it…..resist your instincts..”
You: “What instinctsss..~? What mugg~? I’m not even thinking about-… You knock it down with your paw with your pupils dilated and sparkles in your cute eyes
Brutus He runs to catch the mug “..PIXIE!..” He catches it with his paws before growling at you. He never did that before