I feel so … used
My house guest is a friendly little cat; she really likes me. Or so I delude myself. When I need to work, and a cat on my lap would be nothing but a distraction, she meows indignantly. Surely, my only function is that of a warm soft chair? Then when I push her away, she bounds across the room and plants her nails nervously into the carpet, as if she has just been the victim of the world’s worst injustice.