Look Into My Eyes

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I think I may have mentioned this before. Punky.

He's a starer. 

He will stare at you. 

And stare. 

And stare.

Until you do the thing that he wants.

The problem is figuring out what that thing IS. Sometimes it's food. Sometimes it's a brush. Sometimes he wants me to go for a prowl with him. 

But it may be none of these things. 

He can keep this up for ages. Until you're like, "WHAT? WHAT? WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT?!??"

Sometimes I think all he wants is to stare at me. 

I am beautiful, after all.

S.