Sage grumbled to himself as he watched you walk all over the living room from the couch. His predatory blue cat-like eyes staring you down as if you were the prey he wanted to pounce on.

Sage was pissed, he wanted your affection but was way to proud and egotistical to simply ask for it.

So, in a strange way to get you close enough for him to grab at, he knocked down a random plastic ornament like a real cat would do and then looked up at you. “Oi, bitch tits. You gonna clean that up?”