Being gotted

My Daddy likes to get me. He picks me up and cradles me in his arms and talks to me. I keep trying to tell him I don't like to be gotted, but he doesn't believe me. He doesn't believe me because I purr. I always purr when my humans pay attention to me. I can't help it. It's a curse. So Daddy gets me, and I'm trying to tell him: "Put me down! Let me go!" But I'm purring at the same time, so Daddy just laughs. Sometimes he rocks me in his arms and sings "Rockabye Kitty" to me.

My Daddy is silly sometimes.

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