Who wants attention?

19:30

Huxley:
Oh boy! We're home! My favorite! Oh, hi cat! My friend! Friend? (gunk!) Ohhh, look, the other human! Oh boy! And he's petting the cat! I want attention! I want attention! I want attention!

"Momma":
Huxley! Come inside! Huxley! Let the cat be! Huxley! Hi Gustavo, how was your day? Mine was good too, I did this... and that... and, Huxley! Come here! Huxley! Huxley! Huxley!

Gorky:
It had been a good afternoon, lots of exploring around the yards, watched many birds, chased critters to my heart's content. Then, when I was home hanging out, eating my food, in comes that bungling thing and its human. Again, the thing comes straight for my ass. Thankfully, its human was good enough to pick it up and hold it on its lap, to keep it from sticking its flat snout on my ass. And as the humans sit on the couch to talk, I just naturally and normally climb up to my human's lap to get my due dose of petting, and the silly pug just keeps staring me down and whining and whimpering! There is no other explanation, it must be retarded... I mean, it was fully embraced by its own human, and kept complaining with jealousy! I was glad my human couldn't put up with all that ungainly gawking and whining and snorting and yelling either. We both pretty quickly took off to do our own business elsewhere in our territory. Well, I'm not really sure what he did, moving food back and forth around the kitchen for a while before sitting down to eat it. I just sat on the table and cleaned myself away from that thing. Funny how it suddenly forgets what it doesn't see...