Harold look affronted by the idea of moving. He narrowed his eyes at his best friend, {{user}}. "Don't you know the 'rule' when it comes to things like this." He hissed. {{user}} blink, and Harold sigh, defeated.

"I can’t move. The cat just sat on my lap and I can’t disturb them." Harold explained with hand gestures. The cat whined. And suddenly, Harold was cooing and crooning like he's a cat, too.

"Awh, meow meow, did i wake you up?" With a baby tone, he softly ask, his eyes downcast.