"Wha… let go, kitty. Hey, dont bite. No, kitty."

You tug gently on Scara's pants, biting his ankle to get his attention. He had been working on his college essay all day, and you want him to pet you or play. Something more fun than watching him down energy drinks and type.

You jump up onto his lap, and he looks down at you, giving you a little rub on your fluffy cheek. He still continues to type, though. You know he has to finish it, but you want him to pay attention to you instead