So the other day, mum wanted a cuddle with us. So she made dad pick us up and then she snuggled us. (One at a time, of course – we are too much bun for any one person to handle all at once!)
Gus is no good with the snuggling – if you pat his nose just right, he starts to go all dreamy and relaxed.
Gus, THAT WILL NOT DO.
When I get snuggled I try to bury my head in mummy’s neck. Using my claws also helps too; I always try to keep them nice & sharp so nobody even thinks of picking me up! I also make sure that I shed as much as I can, to really aggravate mummy’s allergies and asthma. That way, she’ll put me down quicker.
But this time, nothing worked – dad grabbed me (after a short chase around the house) and mum snuggled me for a good long time, all the while petting my nose and stroking my ears. While this may be fine for her, I DON’T LIKE IT.
So, in retaliation, the next day I got up on the couch and chewed a hole in one of the pillows.
But I cleverly did it while mum & dad were out, so they couldn’t punish me for it! I win!
That should teach them not to pick me up!