Dis Mine Now


I love saying that. Except, I don’t really say it. I do it.

Dis mine now.

My favourite is when he’s sitting down, legs out, feet up.

Sometimes he’s reading, sometimes he’s eating. Sometimes he’s snoozing, sometimes he’s talking into that rectangular thing he keeps in his pocket.

It matters none.

I see the lap, I own the lap. That’s how it works. What Floofy wants, Floofy gets.

Dis mine now.

It’s not just laps, though. It works on all sorts.

Food? Mine now.

Drink of water? Mine now.

Bed space? Mine now.

It’s what I do. And I do it so well. So, so well.

So picture the thing you love to have. Are you thinking of it? Can you see it in your mind?

Mine now.

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