My slaves were gone for a couple of days. As much as you may think this excites a cat, it doesn’t—there’s nobody around to pet me when I want them to.
I made sure my slaves knew I was upset that they left by yowling at them half the night. I can be very vocal when I want to be.
I even managed to melt the smaller slave’s replacement slaves’ hearts and get them to turn on the shower for me. They thought it was ridiculous and weren’t going to do it, but my howling persuaded them. All I have to do is sound like I’m about to die and they’ll do anything I want them to.
